“You see,” she went on, as Dan skipped to obey, “spangles are really nothing more than dewdrops squeezed out very flat. As for a supply—there’s no end; but to catch them’s a trick requiring no little knack. Now it has been my happy task to gather spangles for the clouds, and for all the glittering hosts of our own Spangleland for ever and ever and ever so long. And this is the best way of all: First, I take a great armful of needles—medium sized moonbeams give the finest results—and thread them with cobwebs. Next, I plant them along the sides of my house directly under the edge of the eaves, with their heads in the ground and their sharp little noses straight up in the air. Now, during the night the dewdrops come to play on the roof and many jump off to the garden below. And, as they do, they land on the points of the moonbeams. Down they come, never minding in the least, for, if there is one thing that a dewdrop would rather be than a dewdrop, it’s a spangle. On and on they come, piling one on the other, becoming very flat, very shiny and very round, and then sliding on to the threads. So, when morning comes, I take the Spangle Bag, ‘snip’ the knots, and let the spangles tumble and tinkle into its depths. And so I always have enough to sprinkle the sunset whenever I pass.” “Why, that must be the way the rain gets into the clouds!” cried Diggeldy Dan. “It’s one of the ways,” smiled the Lady. “And the reason why spangles always have a wee hole in the middle,” remarked Seal. “How wonderfully fortunate,” added Zebra. “Otherwise, they couldn’t be sewed.” “I don’t see why you say that,” said Kangaroo. “Say what?” asked Zebra. “Why, that they have to have holes to be sowed.” “But they do.” “Can’t see it,” persisted Kangaroo. “Why, how could one make them stay on?” “Just sow them, of course,” answered Kangaroo, “toss them on.” “Now, don’t be silly, Kangaroo,” said Zebra, “you—” “Hold on a moment,” interrupted Lion. “I think I see the point. Let me ask you, Kangaroo: On what are you thinking of sowing the spangles?” “Why, I mean like when the Pretty Lady sows them on the cloud banks when she rides past,” replied Kangaroo. “And you, Zebra?” asked Lion. “Camel’s plush robe, and costumes and things,” said Zebra. “Oh, you mean ‘s-e-w-e-d!’” cried Kangaroo. “Oh, you mean ‘s-o-w-e-d!’” apologized Zebra. And amid the laughter that followed Dan assisted the Pretty Lady to the back of the White-White Horse. “You’ll come again, some day?” asked Lion, as the golden-haired one waved them a smiling farewell.