"I had a bad night of it with the rats some years ago--they run'd all over the floor, and over the bed, and one on 'em come'd and guv a squeak close into my ear--so I couldn't sleep comfortable. I wouldn't ha' minded a trifle of at; but this was too much of a good thing. So, I got up before sun-rise, and went out for a walk; and thinking I might as well be near our work-place, I slowly come'd down this way. I worked in a brick-field at that time, near the canal yonder. The sun was just a-rising up behind the dust-heap as I got in sight of it; and soon it rose above, and was very bright; and though I had two eyes then, I was obligated to shut them both. When I opened them again, the sun was higher up; but in his haste to get over the dust-heap, he had dropped something. You may laugh. I say he had dropped something. Well--I can't say what it was, in course--a bit of his-self, I suppose. It was just like him--a bit on him, I mean--quite as bright--just the same--only not so big. And not up in the sky, but a-lying and sparkling all on fire upon the dust-heap. Thinks I--I was a younger man then by some years than I am now--I'll go and have a nearer look. Though you be a bit o' the sun, maybe you won't hurt a poor man. So, I walked toward the dust-heap, and up I went, keeping the piece of sparkling fire in sight all the while. But before I got up to it, the sun went behind a cloud--and as he went out-like, so the young 'un he had dropped, went out after him. And I had my climb up the heap for nothing, though I had marked the place were it lay very percizely. But there was no signs at all on him, and no morsel left of the light as had been there. I searched all about; but found nothing 'cept a bit o' broken glass as had got stuck in the heel of an old shoe. And that's my story. But if ever a man saw any thing at all, I saw a bit o' the sun; and I thank God for it. It was a blessed sight for a poor ragged old man of three score and ten, which was my age at that time." "Now, Peggy!" cried several voices, "tell us what you saw. Peg saw a bit o' the moon." "No," said Mrs. Dotting, rather indignantly; "I'm no moon-raker. Not a sign of the moon was there, nor a spark of a star--the time I speak on." "Well--go on, Peggy--go on." "I don't know as I will," said Peggy. But being pacified by a few good-tempered, though somewhat humorous compliments, she thus favored them with her little adventure: