After all, Betty was the baby and might have her own way whenever Uncle Henry had anything to say about it. And let no one say that the ancients had all the imagination, after seeing the ukelele that Uncle Henry made of _Lyra_. [Illustration] "We strive to please," he said as it was finished, and Betty clapped her hands. "Now we want to see the archer shoot the giant scorpion!" demanded Paul, speaking for the masculine part of the audience. "Just a minute," said Uncle Henry, "I'm coming to him. You can see one of his arrows if you look on the other side of the swan's neck, just opposite to Betty's ukelele. The archer shot at the swan and missed it." "Serves him right for trying to kill the beautiful swan. I love 'em!'" said Betty, with feeling. "You'll need to use very small pebbles," warned Uncle Henry, "for _Sagitta_ is rather small and quite faint." "What's _Sagitta_?" asked Peter. "Latin for 'arrow,'" said Uncle Henry. When the arrow was found and drawn, it was in this position. [Illustration] "Now the archer!" demanded Paul. "All right," said Uncle Henry. "Paul, draw a line straight out from the head of the swan, right on in the direction he is flying, and go about twice the length of the swan's neck." (7) Paul did. "Now tell me," asked Uncle Henry, "does anybody see anything, about there, that looks like a bow and arrow?" The children searched the sky at a point a little over two swan's necks ahead of the swan's bill, and Peter cried triumphantly, [Illustration] "I see it! I see it!" "Make it then," said Uncle Henry, "and keep the bow in the right position to the swan's neck." When Peter had all the pebbles in their right positions, Uncle Henry drew in the archer's body, and bow and arrow, and they looked like this: "He's just getting ready to shoot at the scorpion!" exclaimed Paul. "Yes," said Uncle Henry, "and the other star people have to look out too. The people who lived long ago called _Sagittarius_, our archer, "the Bull Killer." They did this because when the stars of the archer rise in the east, they seem to drive all the stars of _Taurus_, the Bull, over the western edge of the world. So they said that _Sagittarius_ killed off the Bull. We'll find _Taurus_ next winter." "Now let's find the scorpion," urged Peter. "Wait a minute!" begged Betty, "I see another dipper." Peter was impatient. Dippers were not interesting, compared with giant scorpions. "Betty," he remarked, "wouldn't believe there _was_ a little dipper a few nights ago, and now she's seeing 'em everywhere." But Betty had her way as usual, and the Society of Star-Gazers paused before passing on to the scorpion. "Where do you see the new dipper, Betty?" Uncle Henry inquired with interest. "It's right back of the leg the archer is kneeling on." (8) "You're quite right," Uncle Henry agreed, "and it's called 'the milk dipper,' because it's right on the edge of the milky way."