"I had a bad night of it with the rats some years ago--they runn'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 it, but this was too much of a good thing. So I got up before sunrise, 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 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 arter him. And I had to climb up the heap for nothing, though I had marked the place vere 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 anything 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 threescore 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: