I am away in the woods before the day has reached the shady places, and am often there when the bright moon is peeping through the boughs, and looking down upon the other moon that lives in the water.

As I walk along, I try to find, among the grass and moss, some of that small money for which she works so hard and used to shed so many tears.

As I lie asleep in the shade, I dream of it--dream of digging it up in heaps; and spying it out, hidden under bushes; and seeing it sparkle, as the dew-drops do, among the leaves.

But I never find it.

Tell me where it is.