After all, Betty was the baby and might have her own way whenever Uncle Henry had anything to say about it. And let no one say that the ancients had all the imagination, after seeing the ukelele that Uncle Henry made of Lyra.
“We strive to please,” he said as it was finished, and Betty clapped her hands.
“Now we want to see the archer shoot the giant scorpion!” demanded Paul, speaking for the masculine part of the audience.
“Just a minute,” said Uncle Henry, “I’m coming to him. You can see one of his arrows if you look on the other side of the swan’s neck, just opposite to Betty’s ukelele. The archer shot at the swan and missed it.”
“Serves him right for trying to kill the beautiful swan. I love ’em!’” said Betty, with feeling.
“You’ll need to use very small pebbles,” warned Uncle Henry, “for Sagitta is rather small and quite faint.”
“What’s Sagitta?” asked Peter.
“Latin for ‘arrow,’” said Uncle Henry.