_The new moon up above the world
Looked like a silver boat
That some wee playmate of the sky
Had launched and left to float;
The night winds all went laughing by
To drive the heat away;
"Almost I think," said Buddy Jim,
"I like night more than day!"_
"That settles it, then," said a tiny, squeaky little voice from the
corner of the sleeping porch where Buddy was cosily tucked in bed,
"that settles it! He _likes_ night better than day; so, just as likely
as not, he will stay awake all night to enjoy himself, or anyway so
long that we shall get no supper at all! And the whole family so
hungry, too!"
"Now be patient, little sister," said another little voice. "That is
not a grown-up person, there in the bed,--that's a boy, and boys never
stay awake very long. It won't hurt us to wait a bit for our supper.
My!" he went on in a lower tone, "I think he has heard us, but never
mind, sister, we both know the way out, and there isn't a _bit_ of
danger."
Buddy had heard the voices and, always interested in his Little
Neighbors, he sat up in bed and peered into the corner of the porch in
the direction of the voices--of course he could not see a thing, but he
knew that someone must be there.