Jeffery Farnol

“ Then, at last, Anthea’s stony calm was broken, her bosom heaved with tempestuous sobs, and, next moment, she had thrown herself upon her knees, and had clasped her arms about Small Porges and Aunt Priscilla, mingling kisses with her tears. As for Bellew, he turned away, and, treading a familiar path, found himself beneath the shadow of “King Arthur.” Therefore, he sat down, and lighting his pipe, stared up at the glory of the full-orbed moon.
“Happiness,” said he, speaking his thought aloud, “‘Happiness shall come riding astride the full moon!’ Now—I wonder!” ”

“ Small Porges stood very still, and gazed up at the moon’s broad, yellow disc, and, as he looked the tears welled up in his eyes again, and a great sob broke from him.
“I’m so—glad!” he whispered. “So—awful—glad!” Then, suddenly, he dashed away his tears and slipped his small, trembling hand into Bellew’s.
“Quick, Uncle Porges!” said he, “Mr. Grimes is coming to-night, you know—an’ we must find the money in time. Where shall we look first?” ”

“ I s’pose you think I bother you an awful lot, dear Lord,—an’ so I do, but you haven’t sent the Money Moon yet, you see, an’ now my Auntie Anthea’s got to leave Dapplemere—if I don’t find the fortune for her soon. I know I’m crying a lot, an’ real men don’t cry,—but it’s only ’cause I’m awful—lonely an’ disappointed,—an’ nobody can see me, so it doesn’t matter. But, dear Lord, I’ve looked an’ looked everywhere, an’ I haven’t found a single sovereign yet,—an’ I’ve prayed to you, an’ prayed to you for the Money Moon an’—it’s never come. ”