Capitolo 56
it continued, while calling to the grower that anchors was dormant on his/her chair,
"here is a fire."
The grower opened the eyes, and right sat on its chair and churches to that that
it was the matter.
"Here is a fire", she repeated, "ended in the village; it didn't have the boys
is it all right and did it put him/it out?"
The grower of rose, you/he/she very intentionally walked to the window, you/he/she looked at one minute
to the light, and then it said,--
"It is not anything but the moon."
"The moon?--no, you/he/she cannot be the moon, husband" said her. "The moon
doesn't rise there."
"Yes", says the grower "that it is almost the place."
"Besides", it said her, "it is not time to rise, for the moon. It doesn't rise
now up to midnight."
He turned away, and it slowly walked through the room, to where the almanac
you/he/she was hanging. He seemed very sleepy. He turned on the leaves and then,
says, increases of "Moon--eight hours and fifty minutes; that is,--impediment
see,--ten minutes nine."
"Well", says his/her wife, "and 'the very past tis not eight now."
"It is the moon, you can depend", says the grower; "perhaps our time is a
a little out." Then he returned to the chair, him sat on him and it put his
feet out toward the fire.
"Well", says his/her wife, "we will know soon enough; for, if it is the
you land on the moon, it will rise soon taller."
Then all of them was standing some minutes, and it looked at the light. It seemed
you widen a few, and to grow rather more diamond; but not stirred
from his/her place.
"It certainly has to be a fire", says again the wife of the grower; "and me
desires, husband, that you would leave the boys takes Kate in the sleigh, and goes
along the pond and he/she sees."
"I don't have objection", says the grower, "if theirs have a mind to take that
trouble; but they won't find nothing but the moon, they can depend."
"We go", said Amos.
"Very well", said Jonas; "I am ready."
"We will also go, boys", says the wife of the grower, "Isabella and me. You are able
puts in two places. There are no hills, and Kate will always take us