“I suppose they can’t see us from down here, and we’ve never been away from the stars before.”
“I wish we’d never come,” said Winnie, crying again.
“I’ll tell you,” said Pennie. “To-night we were hanging out the stars, and Winnie—poor Winnie!”
“I didn’t mean to,” sobbed Winnie. “I didn’t mean to!”
“What did she do?” said Merrimeg.
“She dropped one of her stars,” said Pennie.
“It’s gone!” sobbed Winnie. “And I can’t go back without it!”
“It fell and fell and fell and fell,” said Florrie, “and then we couldn’t see it any more. It dropped down here, somewhere near here, we’re sure of it.”
“Do you see up there?” said Pennie. “Up there where there’s a wide dark space between the stars?” She pointed to the sky, directly overhead. There was a space there, about as big as a blanket, without any star.
“Yes, I see,” said Merrimeg.