Edwin P. Norwood, The Adventures of Diggeldy Dan
“ And, as they do, they land on the points of the moonbeams. Down they come, never minding in the least, for, if there is one thing that a dewdrop would rather be than a dewdrop, it’s a spangle. On and on they come, piling one on the other, becoming very flat, very shiny and very round, and then sliding on to the threads. So, when morning comes, I take the Spangle Bag, ‘snip’ the knots, and let the spangles tumble and tinkle into its depths. And so I always have enough to sprinkle the sunset whenever I pass.”“Why, that must be the way the rain gets into the clouds!” cried Diggeldy Dan. ”
