“Orion had come back to his garden, but they were in such haste they didn’t even see that he was there. He watched them whisk through, and as they were going out at the farther side, he called to them: ‘Did you come to see me?’
“‘No,’ answered Perseus. ‘What makes you think we did?’
“‘Because you are in my garden.’
“‘We aren’t now,’ said Andromeda over her shoulder—pushing Perseus ahead of her. ‘You don’t mind, do you?’
“‘No. Only you might say good-evening.’
“‘We do,’ she called. ‘But we can’t stop now.’
“So she and Perseus ran on, and before long they caught sight of Little Bear. They crept cautiously nearer, where they could watch him unseen. He was hunting for something.
“‘What do you suppose it is?’ whispered Andromeda.
“‘I can’t make out—wait—there! What’s that he’s found?’
“‘It’s a meteor bush,’ said she.