MONICA THE MOON CHILD
TI THE OTHER SIDE OF THE MOON
It was not a cave at all. It was an arbour, the beams of which were moonbeams, so that Monica stepped straight through into it and sat down upon a bench.
" Evidently the moon is not made of green cheese, as Grandnurse always thought," pondered Monica with the pride of the discoverer. " I must remember to tell her that." And she was just tying a knot in her handkerchief to remind herself when she was startled to hear a musical voice sayŚ
" Are you aware that you are on the wrong side of the moon ?" It belonged to a tiny figure no bigger than Monica's doll, dressed like a lady gardener, with apron, straw hat, and big gloves.
" The little blind man in the cave told me it is the right side for me," replied Monica politely.
" Oh! ! He's never done so before. But if Toady told you that, then no one can blame the Gardeness. Who are you ? "
" I am Monica."
" It's a strange name. Some parents have queer fancies. You are the first moon child who has ever come back. How you have grown, to be sure ; I shouldn't have known you! " When she heard