“Make it then,” said Uncle Henry, “and keep the bow in the right position to the swan’s neck.”
When Peter had all the pebbles in their right positions, Uncle Henry drew in the archer’s body, and bow and arrow, and they looked like this:
“He’s just getting ready to shoot at the scorpion!” exclaimed Paul.
“Yes,” said Uncle Henry, “and the other star people have to look out too. The people who lived long ago called Sagittarius, our archer, “the Bull Killer.” They did this because when the stars of the archer rise in the east, they seem to drive all the stars of Taurus, the Bull, over the western edge of the world. So they said that Sagittarius killed off the Bull. We’ll find Taurus next winter.”
“Now let’s find the scorpion,” urged Peter.
“Wait a minute!” begged Betty, “I see another dipper.”
Peter was impatient. Dippers were not interesting, compared with giant scorpions.
“Betty,” he remarked, “wouldn’t believe there was a little dipper a few nights ago, and now she’s seeing ’em everywhere.”
But Betty had her way as usual, and the Society of Star-Gazers paused before passing on to the scorpion.