"But there are no stars in the sky," Bert contradicted, looking up at the clear blue sky of the fine summer day.
"Oh! yes there are," laughed the man at the well, "lots of them too, but you can only see them in the dark, and it's good and dark down in that deep well."
This seemed very strange, but of course it was true; and the well cleaner told them if they didn't believe it, just to look up a chimney some day, and they would see the same strange thing.
At a signal from the man in the well the other raised the first bucket of stuff and dumped it on the ground.
"Hurrah! Our football!" exclaimed Harry, yanking out from the muddy things the big black rubber ball lost the year before.
"And our baseball," called Tom Mason, as another ball was extracted from the pile.
"Peter Burns' dinner pail," laughed Harry, rescuing that article from the heap.
"And somebody's old shoe!" put in Bert, but he didn't bother pulling that out of the mud.
"Oh, there's Nellie Prentice's rubber doll!" exclaimed Harry. "August and Ned were playing ball with it and let it fly in the well."
Harry wiped the mud off the doll and brought it over to Nan.