But the face was gone, and nowhere appeared any signs of a mortal boy; she called his name, ran to the front door with Teddy in his little shirt, and made him call too, thinking the baby voice might have more effect than her own.

No one answered, nothing appeared, and they went back much disappointed.

Teddy would not be satisfied with the moon, and after he was in his crib kept popping up his head to ask if Danny was not "tummin' soon." By and by he fell asleep, the lads trooped up to bed, the house grew still, and nothing but the chirp of the crickets broke the soft silence of the summer night.

Mrs.Bhaer sat sewing, for the big basket was always piled with socks, full of portentous holes, and thinking of the lost boy.

She had decided that baby had been mistaken, and did not even disturb Mr.Bhaer by telling him of the child's fancy, for the poor man got little time to himself till the boys were abed, and he was busy writing letters.