Hardly were the words out of his mouth when a Meteor came dashing in among them.
“Any news?” asked Jack Frost.
“Lots of it,” said the Meteor. “News is happening every minute.”
“He means any news of the Evening Star or the Equator,” said Nimbus.
“No,” said the Meteor. “In fact I had forgotten all about them in the excitement.”
“What excitement?” demanded Nimbus.
“Why,” said the Meteor, “the most astonishing things are happening. In Chicago grapefruits are growing on Wabash Avenue, monkeys are swarming up the Tribune Building on Madison Street, and they are raising tobacco and watermelons on Drexel Boulevard.”
“Gracious,” said Jack Frost, “and this is the middle of January! What can that mean?”
“Great news,” sang out a voice overhead, and another Meteor settled in among them.
“Snow has all melted in Duluth,” he said, “and there is an unprecedented sale of palmleaf fans all through that part of the country.”