“‘Every thingle perthon around here hath one,’ he said. ‘Herculeth’ ith thtuck into the crook of hith thumb where he’th holding hith club; and Pertheuth’ hath two thnakes twithted around it on hith Gorgon’th head.’
“But the time was gone by to discuss it quietly, for Cassiopeia was awake. By chance, her meteor was the first thing her eye rested upon.
“‘What is that?’ she said to herself, and picked it up. ‘I’d like to know where that came from. See here!’ she called to Cepheus, and her voice began to sound excited. ‘Look at that!’
“He came toward her, and Draco followed him. ‘What is it?’ he asked, pretending not to know.”
“To be funny?” asked Pat.
“Yes. Cepheus was a bit of a wag in his way. ‘Can’t you see?’ Cassiopeia asked impatiently. ‘A little wilted green meteor!’
“‘What of it? It won’t hurt you.’
“‘Of course it won’t! But how did it come here?’
“‘You must have put it there yourself, to decorate.’
“‘Now you know better. Wouldn’t I know it if—Why! You’ve got one yourself!’ she almost shrieked.