The moon seems to be very fond of children, and here is another of his pictures. "I do so love children," said the moon, one evening; "especially the very small ones; they are so innocent, and droll. Many nights I peep into the room, between the curtains and window-frames, when they are not thinking of me. It gives me so much pleasure to see them undress. First, a little, white round shoulder comes peeping out of the frock; then an arm; or a stocking is drawn off, and a little white leg appears, and a little foot, fit to be kissed, and I kiss it, too. This evening, I looked through a window, before which no curtain was drawn, and saw a whole troop of little ones, all of one family. Among them was a little sister, only four years old, who had been taught to say, 'Our Father,' as well as the rest. The mother sits by her bedside, every night, to hear her say her prayers; and after she has said them, she gives her a kiss, and stays by her until she is asleep, which is, generally, as soon as ever her eyes are closed. This evening, the two elder children were rather inclined to play.