“Come on, youngsters,” he invited, “and I’ll let you settle the questions yourselves. We’ll make a game of it,” he added.
The trio breathed easier. Uncle Henry did know, and was going to tell—in a new, interesting way. Three pairs of hands started smoothing sand, with some waste of energy, but with rapid results.
“Now,” said Uncle Henry, squatting down before the leveled place, and pouring out the pebbles in a little pile, “how many stones do you need to make the dipper, Pete? We’ll draw it on the sand, with pebbles for stars.”
Three necks craned upward in unison, and the two boys’ voices answered, almost together,
“Seven.”
Betty gazed a moment longer, and said,
“Eight.”
Uncle Henry looked interested.
“Where do you see the eighth, Betty?” he asked.