Mr. Slow and Abimelech were out looking upon the
moon, as it gleamed above them in the sky. The moon,
as they gazed, passed behind a dark cloud, the edge of
which gleamed like silver.

“How beautiful!” said Abimelech.

“Yes, my son,” said Mr. Slow, solemnly, “that
'ere 's well got up. Some people say they have brighter
moons in other places than our'n, but I say that 's all
moonshine. Look at it, 'Bimelech, as it hangs up there
now, as bright as a dollar, and don't you believe any of
the gammoning stories about its being a green cheese.”

“But, father,” asked Abimelech, his son, “is n't the
story true about the man in the moon?”

“Certingly, my son, certingly,” said Mr. Slow, looking
down at him; “that 's all true, that is, 'cause it 's in
the primer.”

Abimelech was satisfied — so was Mr. Slow.

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