He makes the whole world brighter.”
“I’ll try not to be sorry any more,” said Billy, when the song was finished.
“That’s right,” said the Equine Ox; “and now, if the gentlemen don’t mind, I’d like to go back into the trolley car. It fitted me perfectly, and it was such fun ringing that bell.”
“The trolley car’s broke,” said the conductor. “And if it wasn’t I wouldn’t take a chance on having you ring up any more fares.”
“Very well,” said the Equine Ox, “then we might as well sit quietly and await the reports of the Meteors. They’ll be coming in very soon now.”
But it was not a Meteor who first arrived. It was Jack Frost and Nimbus, coming in from opposite directions almost at the same time. Both had been clear around the world, they said, and neither had seen a sign of the Equator or the Evening Star.
“I suppose,” said Billy, when this dismal report was received, “that we ought to notify the Sun.”
“I can’t notify him,” said Jack Frost. “He and I are utter strangers.”
“I sent the Rays to notify him,” said Nimbus. “But I don’t think it will do any good. He can only travel so fast anyway, not more than a million miles a minute, and that would not do any good.”
“What is there to do, then?” inquired Billy disconsolately.