When she came to my door, I said the same thing to her as the Sun had said. “I have seen you in your cottage, and I have seen you in your palace. I have seen you everywhere you are, by night.”
Then I asked her, “Do you, rich as you are, need help?”
Weeping, she told me her story. Listening, I wept too.
The Listening Moon in The Sprig of Rosemary, Pink Fairy Book. Illustration by H. J. Ford.
