“Here are the pebbles,” said Uncle Henry, “put the dragon, or Draco, where he belongs.”
Paul did, and Uncle Henry finished him.
“To-morrow night,” said Uncle Henry, “we’ll find some more of the star people and sky animals. They even have musical instruments in this Skyland of ours, so we’ll find the lyre that the sky ladies play on! One of the sky gentlemen is a great archer, too, so we’ll find him shooting his bow and arrow at a giant scorpion, and——”
“Oh, let’s find that now!” pleaded Peter and Paul in unison.
Betty did not join in the chorus. She was asleep, with her head in Uncle Henry’s lap.
“To-morrow night,” smiled Uncle Henry. “Betty will want to hear, too, about the sky lady’s mandolin, or harp, or lyre, or whatever it is.”
Then he picked up the little girl without waking her, and the boys followed him up the walk into “Seven Oaks”—and bed.