"B Y the path through the woodland," said the moon, "there are two small farm-houses. They have low doors; some of the windows are high, others close to the ground. Mulberry bushes, and white thorn grow around them. The roof of each house is overgrown with moss, yellow flowers and lichen. The only plants that grow in the gardens are cabbages and potatoes; but near the hedge stands a large willow-tree, and under it sat a little girl, with her eyes fixed upon an old oak between the two houses. It was only an old withered trunk, which had been sawn off at the top, and on it a stork had built his nest. He stood in it snapping with his beak. A little boy came and stood by the girl's side; they were brother and sister. 'What are you looking at?' he asked.
"At that moment there was a rustling in the branches of the willow tree, and the children folded their hands and looked at each other. It must certainly be the angel coming with the baby. They took each other's hand; and at that moment the door of one of the houses opened, and a neighbor appeared.
"Then the children nodded gravely at each other; they knew already that the baby had come; it was a little brother."