“‘Why, Little Bear, what is it?’ she began to say—then she saw—and such an outcry! Everybody awoke, and the next minute, everybody was searching in every possible and impossible place;—all but Little Bear. He was too miserable to do anything but sit still, and wish the clouds would rise up and cover him all over.” “Poor little soul!” said Phyllisy, and the Others crooned in sympathy, the Princess with them. Then she went on:— “‘It’s no use. It isn’t here,’ said Cepheus, who had been down on his hands and knees, looking, just as hard as if he hadn’t been a king. (He tucked his sceptre under his arm while he was looking, except when he poked with it in a corner.) As he spoke, he stood up and straightened out the ‘crick’ in his back, and the others took it for a signal to stop the search. “Cassiopeia had stopped some time before, without any signal, and sat in her chair, with Little Bear leaning against her knee again. “‘No, I didn’t think it was any use,’ she said, significantly. ‘That star didn’t go without hands,—or _claws_!’—and she looked straight at Draco, who stood every night before Little Bear, to guard him, looking very terrible, though he hadn’t a tooth in his head. But no one would know that unless he spoke, and he had been hunting for the star as hard as any of them. “‘Doeth thhe mean _me_?’ he asked, in surprise. (He lisped a little, on account of having no teeth.) Then, indignantly: ‘I thould think you’d be athamed!—I believe you took it back yourthelf!—Indian-giver!’ “Cassiopeia’s hand flew to the back of her dress where the star had been, and she began hotly: ‘The idea—’ “‘There, there,’ said Cepheus, soothingly, while Little Bear stirred uneasily, ‘don’t quarrel! It’s bad enough without that.’ “‘Maybe he didn’t take it _himself_,’ said Cassiopeia. ‘But it’s a very poor watch he kept. And this isn’t the first time something has been lost while he was asleep!’ “‘Shame on you!’ cried Cepheus. (And it was mean in her to call up the time when he lost the Golden Fleece.) “‘Don’t mind her,’ said Perseus to Draco. ‘She doesn’t mean anything.’ “‘I don’t think Cathiopeia liketh me very well,’ said Draco, almost crying. ‘I can’t thtay awake all day. I alwayth did need a great deal of thleep.’ “‘Well, let’s not talk about it any more,’ said Cassiopeia, impatiently. ‘We’d better be doing something! It’s a good thing it’s so cloudy. I’ll tell you what you do,’ she went on, turning to Cepheus. ‘You go straight to Boreas, and tell him he mustn’t blow away one scrap of cloud until we find that star.’ Boreas had a great conch shell, like a trumpet, and when he shouted his orders through it, the clouds flew before the sound—just as he told them to go.” “The North Wind,” said Pat. “I’ve heard about him. He lived in a cave.” The Princess nodded. “‘I don’t think it looks very well for me to be running errands,’ said Cepheus. “‘Looks or no looks, you go along,’ said Cassiopeia. ‘I’m going on one myself.’