Harold picked up two of the rings from Rosie's fruit jars and moved them back and forth across one another. He tried with three rings, dropped them. "It's no use." "Try harder." Harold shook his head. "I suppose if I wanted to bad enough.... But now that we been to the Moon, there's nothing else I want to do." Orville reached for the rings and tried. Suddenly, Harold sprang up. "Oh, my socks!" He turned on the scope and swung it wildly back and forth. "You made me commit a boo-boo. I think we've shot right past the Earth!" The scope was getting weak. They could not find the Earth until Harold had reversed course. Then Orville saw it, the edge filling part of the scope. Harold's eyes were watering. He wiped the good lens of his glasses and leaned close. "Can you make out any land?" he asked Orville. "This looks like Indian Lake. I've fished there lots of times." "It would be something bigger. Say, Greenland or South America." This was the first time Orville realized they might not land squarely in Harold's back yard. He began looking intently at the scope. "What's this kidney-bean shape?" Harold squinted. "Think that's Australia. Now we're getting somewhere." "But it belongs down here." "We're coming up on it the other way." "Can't we get closer to home than that?" "I'll not be too particular where it is, just so it's land. The Earth is mostly covered with water." Harold began turning the knobs and muttering. "Let me see now ... gotta miss Mount Everest...." At last, he turned off the scope. "It's clear gone. I'm taking her down slow. Will you look outside, Orville?" Orville gulped. But Harold said it was the only way, so he squeezed into the other compartment. There were now about six of the little circles going back and across inside of him. He stood a little to one side and struck the lever of the outer door sharply with the palm of his hand. The door gave a faint "swoosh" and was open about an inch. His ears crackled and there was a dull whispering in his head like the sound in a sea-shell. He put his face to the door, but saw nothing except the blue sky. "You sure we came to the right place?" he asked worriedly. "Positive ... almost," Harold called back. "Are we over land or water?" Orville looked up. There was a brown, black and white landscape. Trees hung down like icicles around a frozen lake. "There's land, but it's upside down." "Just a minute." Harold did something and the trees and land swirled around until they were underneath. * * * * * Not far away, as they came down gently, Orville saw a building with people outside. Or he thought they were people. Harold set the ship down on its side in the snow and Orville stepped out. Then Harold was out beside him, slapping him on the shoulder. "Well, old buddy-buddy! How about that?" "Yeah." Orville spoke with less enthusiasm. "How about that?"