"Charming!" replied Julie; "but why is it called the Look-out field?"
"Because there is so fine a view from it of the mountains."
"The Catskills?"
"Yes, where old Rip Van Winkle slept for twenty years."
"Did he, truly?"
"So the story goes. Every time it thunders, we think the queer old mountain men are playing nine-pins."
"Do you?" said Julie, with eyes still wider open. "I should like to see them."
"The Indians used to say that an old squaw lived on the highest peak of the Catskills, and had charge of the doors of Day and Night. She hung up the new moons in the skies, and cut up the old ones into stars."
"Oh, Quillie, would it not be lovely to seek her, and find out more about the moon and stars?"
"Pshaw!" said Quillie, with scorn. "Do you believe such nonsense, Julie?"