she said. "There's Draco, the Dragon." They talked in low voices as they gazed straight up at the sky.
"I can see the Dipper, of course," said Garth, "and the Pole Star; and what's that awfully bright one over in the Milky Way?"
"Altair," said Joan. "There's Corona, do you see? Six stars in a circle, like a crown; and Auriga, there on the horizon?"
"What were the ones in Fogger's poem?" Garth asked. "You know, the one about the lighthouse."
"The one where the Light speaks? I can't remember much of it. Something about—
A vigil all night long.
With Cepheus, and Gemini,
And Aldebaran over me.
"Isn't it? You can't see them all together at this time of year. Gemini has set, and Aldebaran's a winter star, I think. But there's Cepheus, almost over us. And of course Dorado, in the other poem, we can never see up North at all."
A point of light suddenly detached itself from the black sky and shot between the other stars,
