The Sky was dark and deep and crowded with stars. They sat very still and mysterious while a wind came out of Beyond. They could hear it turning back the leaves in the treetops,—saying, “H—ss-sh—” as it passed through, and all the stars winked.—
“Wake up, Kitten!” said the Princess.
But she didn’t have to wake up entirely, for the Princess held her hand coming back, down the rocky steps and along the paths, and her feet walked themselves.
II
THE SAILOR’S STAR
Quite suddenly the Princess was there, at the head of the path where four steps came down the terrace,—all silken and wonderful and growing up into a rose at the top, that wasn’t a rose but a hat!
The Others dropped everything and ran, and she waited until they got there and hung on her arms. And they walked around her to look at it in the back.
“What kind of a party was it?” asked Pat.
“They were married and lived happy ever after, and there were bridesmaids all in a row,” said the Princess. “So there wasn’t any more to that;—and if anybody wanted me to tell them about how the Pole Star happened, I should say this was the most suitable time.”
“It is for us, very convenient,” said Miss Phyllisy. “We’ll come this minute.”