CHAPTER XXVI

HOW THE MONEY MOON ROSE Evening had deepened into night--a night of ineffable calm, a night of an all-pervading quietude. A horse snorted in the stable near by, a dog barked in the distance, but these sounds served only to render the silence the more profound, by contrast. It was indeed a night wherein pixies and elves, and goblins and fairies, might weave their magic spells; a night wherein tired humanity dreamed those dreams that seem so hopelessly impossible by day. And over all the moon rose high and higher, i…