Strangway.  No!  Full moon, Tibby!  Shall we wish for it?

Tabby.  Full mune.

Strangway.  Moon!  We’re wishing for you.  Moon, moon!

Tibby.  Mune, we’re wishin’ for yu!

Strangway.  What do, you wish it to be?

Tibby.  Bright new shillin’!

Strangway.  A face.

Tibby.  Shillin’, a shillin’!

Strangway. [Taking out a shilling and spinning it so that it falls into her pinafore] See!  Your wish comes true.

Tibby.  Oh! [Putting the shilling in her mouth] Mune’s still there!

Strangway.  Wish for me, Tibby!

Tibby.  Mune.  I’m wishin’ for yu!

Strangway.  Not yet!

Tibby.  Shall I shake my tambouline?

Strangway.  Yes, shake your tambouline.

Tibby. [Shaking her tambourine] Mune, I’m shaken’ at yu.

     [Strangway lays his hand suddenly on the rope, and swings it up
     on to the beam.]

Tibby.  What d’yu du that for?

Strangway.  To put it out of reach.  It’s better——­

Tibby.  Why is it better? [She stares up at him.]

Strangway.  Come along, Tibby! [He carries her to the big doors, and sets her down] See!  All asleep!  The birds, and the fields, and the moon!

Tibby.  Mune, mune, we’re wishing for yu!

Strangway.  Send her your love, and say good-night.

Tibby. [Blowing a kiss] Good-night, mune!

     [From the barn roof a little white dove’s feather comes floating
     down in the wind.  Tibby follows it with her hand, catches it,
     and holds it up to him.]

Tibby. [Chuckling] Luke.  The mune’s sent a bit o’ love!

Strangway. [Taking the feather] Thank you, Tibby!  I want that bit o’ love. [Very faint, comes the sound of music] Listen!

Tibby.  It’s Miss Willis, playin’ on the pianny!

Strangway.  No; it’s Love; walking and talking in the world.

Tibby. [Dubiously] Is it?

Strangway. [Pointing] See!  Everything coming out to listen!  See them, Tibby!  All the little things with pointed ears, children, and birds, and flowers, and bunnies; and the bright rocks, and—­men!  Hear their hearts beating!  And the wind listening!

Tibby.  I can’t hear—­nor I can’t see!

Strangway.  Beyond——­[To himself] They are—­they must be; I swear they are! [Then, catching sight of TIBBY’S amazed eyes] And now say good-bye to me.

Tibby.  Where yu goin’?

Strangway.  I don’t know, Tibby.

Voice of mercy. [Distant and cautious] Tibby!  Tibby!  Where are yu?