He must look! He got out of bed, went to the window and pulled the curtain a slice aside. It wasn't dark, but he couldn't tell whether because of daylight or the moon, which was very big. It had a funny, wicked face, as if laughing at him, and he did not want to look at it. Then, remembering that his mother had said moonlit nights were beautiful, he continued to stare out in a general way. The trees threw thick shadows, the lawn looked like spilt milk, and a long, long way he could see; oh! very far; right over the world, and it all looked different and swimmy. There was a lovely smell, too, in his open window.
'I wish I had a dove like Noah!' he thought.
"The moony moon was round and bright, It shone and shone and made it light."After that rhyme, which came into his head all at once, he became conscious of music, very soft-lovely! Mum playing! He bethought himself of a macaroon he had, laid up in his chest of drawers, and, getting it, came back to the window. He leaned out, now munching, now holding his jaws to hear the music better. "Da" used to say that angels played on harps in heaven; but it wasn't half so lovely as Mum playing in the moony night, with him eating a macaroon. A cockchafer buzzed by, a moth flew in his face, the music stopped, and little Jon drew his head in. She must be coming! He didn't want to be found awake. He got back into bed and pulled the clothes nearly over his head; but he had left a streak of moonlight coming in. It fell across the floor, near the foot of the bed, and he watched it moving ever so slowly towards him, as if it were alive. The music began again, but he could only just hear it now; sleepy music, pretty--sleepy--music--sleepy--slee.....
And time slipped by, the music rose, fell, ceased; the moonbeam crept towards his face. Little Jon turned in his sleep till he lay on his back, with one brown fist still grasping the bedclothes. The corners of his eyes twitched--he had begun to dream. He dreamed he was drinking milk out of a pan that was the moon, opposite a great black cat which watched him with a funny smile like his father's. He heard it whisper: "Don't drink too much!" It was the cat's milk, of course, and he put out his hand amicably to stroke the creature; but it was no longer there; the pan had become a bed, in which he was lying, and when he tried to get out he couldn't find the edge; he couldn't find it--he--he--couldn't get out! It was dreadful!
He whimpered in his sleep. The bed had begun to go round too; it was outside him and inside him; going round and round, and getting fiery, and Mother Lee out of Cast up by the Sea was stirring it! Oh! so horrible she looked! Faster and faster!--till he and the bed and Mother Lee and the moon and the cat were all one wheel going round and round and up and up--awful--awful--awful!
He shrieked.
A voice saying: "Darling, darling!" got through the wheel, and he awoke, standing on his bed, with his eyes wide open.
There was his mother, with her hair like Guinevere's, and, clutching her, he buried his face in it.
"Oh! oh!"
"It's all right, treasure. You're awake now. There! There! It's nothing!"But little Jon continued to say: "Oh! oh!"Her voice went on, velvety in his ear:
"It was the moonlight, sweetheart, coming on your face."Little Jon burbled into her nightgown "You said it was beautiful. Oh!""Not to sleep in, Jon. Who let it in? Did you draw the curtains?""I wanted to see the time; I--I looked out, I--I heard you playing, Mum; I--I ate my macaroon." But he was growing slowly comforted; and the instinct to excuse his fear revived within him.
"Mother Lee went round in me and got all fiery," he mumbled.
"Well, Jon, what can you expect if you eat macaroons after you've gone to bed?""Only one, Mum; it made the music ever so more beautiful. I was waiting for you--I nearly thought it was to-morrow.""My ducky, it's only just eleven now."Little Jon was silent, rubbing his nose on her neck.
"Mum, is Daddy in your room?"
"Not to-night."
"Can I come?"
"If you wish, my precious."
Half himself again, little Jon drew back.
"You look different, Mum; ever so younger.""It's my hair, darling."Little Jon laid hold of it, thick, dark gold, with a few silver threads.
"I like it," he said: "I like you best of all like this."Taking her hand, he had begun dragging her towards the door. He shut it as they passed, with a sigh of relief.
"Which side of the bed do you like, Mum?""The left side.""All right."
Wasting no time, giving her no chance to change her mind, little Jon got into the bed, which seemed much softer than his own. He heaved another sigh, screwed his head into the pillow and lay examining the battle of chariots and swords and spears which always went on outside blankets, where the little hairs stood up against the light.
"It wasn't anything, really, was it?" he said.
>From before her glass his mother answered:
"Nothing but the moon and your imagination heated up. You mustn't get so excited, Jon."But, still not quite in possession of his nerves, little Jon answered boastfully:
"I wasn't afraid, really, of course!" And again he lay watching the spears and chariots. It all seemed very long.
"Oh! Mum, do hurry up!"
"Darling, I have to plait my hair."
"Oh! not to-night. You'll only have to unplait it again to-morrow.
I'm sleepy now; if you don't come, I shan't be sleepy soon."His mother stood up white and flowey before the winged mirror: he could see three of her, with her neck turned and her hair bright under the light, and her dark eyes smiling. It was unnecessary, and he said:
"Do come, Mum; I'm waiting."
"Very well, my love, I'll come."
Little Jon closed his eyes. Everything was turning out most satisfactory, only she must hurry up! He felt the bed shake, she was getting in. And, still with his eyes closed, he said sleepily: "It's nice, isn't it?"He heard her voice say something, felt her lips touching his nose, and, snuggling up beside her who lay awake and loved him with her thoughts, he fell into the dreamless sleep, which rounded off his past.
TO LET
"From out the fatal loins of those two foes A pair of star-crossed lovers take their life."--Romeo and Juliet.