“I think that is a very pretty song,” said Billy.
“Thank you,” said Jack Frost; “but what has become of the Equator in the meantime?”
Billy looked in every direction, but no sign of the Equator was to be seen.
“I was listening to your song,” he said. “I forgot to keep looking.”
“You are a very nice little boy,” said Jack Frost, patting Billy on the head, “but we have just got to find that Equator. There is no telling what he may be doing.”
“I know what he will try to do,” said Billy.
“That’s something. What is it?”
“Catch Miss Evening Star and make a Comet out of her.”
“Great goodness! Why didn’t you say that before?”
“There wasn’t time,” explained Billy.