ouldn't keep from looking at it through the red pane.
And as I looked it got larger and larger till it filled the whole pane
and outgrew it, so that I could see it through the other panes; and
it grew till it filled them too and the whole window, so that the
summer-house was nearly as bright as day.

"The dog stopped barking, and I heard a gentle tapping at the door, like
the wind blowing a little branch against it."

"Just like her," said Diamond, who thought everything strange and
beautiful must be done by North Wind.

"So I turned from the window and opened the door; and what do you think
I saw?"

"A beautiful lady," said Diamond.

"No--the moon itself, as big as a little house, and as round as a ball,
shining like yellow silver. It stood on the grass--down on the very
grass: I could see nothing else for the brightness of it: And as I
stared and wondered, a door opened in the side of it, near the ground,
and a curious little old man, with a crooked thing over his shoulder,
looked out, and said: 'Come along, Nanny; my lady wants you. We're come
to fetch you." I wasn't a bit frightened. I went up to the beautiful
bright thing, and the old man held down his hand, and I took hold of it,
and gave a jump, and he gave me a lift, and I was inside the moon. And
what do you think it was like? It was such a pretty little house, with
blue windows and white curtains! At one of the windows sat a beautiful
lady, with her head leaning on her hand, looking out. She seemed rather
sad, and I was sorry for her, and stood staring at her.

"`You didn't think I had such a beautiful mistress as that!' said the
queer little man. `No, indeed!' I answered: `who would have thought it?'
`Ah! who indeed? But you see you don't know everything.' The little man
closed the door, and began to pull at a rope which hung behind it with
a weight at the end. After he had pulled a while, he said--`There, that
will do; we're all right now.' Then he took me by the hand and opened a
little trap in the floor, and led me down two or three steps, and I saw
like a great hole below me. `Don't be frightened,' said the tittle
man. `It's not a hole. It's only a window. Put your face down and
look through.' I did as he told me, and there was the garden and the
summer-house, far away, lying at the bottom of the moonlight. `There!'
said the little man; `we've brought you off! Do you see the little
dog barking at us down there in the garden?' I told him I couldn't s