"Why that's the bowl _Ursa Major_ tried to get _Boötes'_ hot milk out of, and burned his mouth, and upset!" explained Betty, with a sudden inspiration. "So it is," agreed Uncle Henry, "although I must confess I never thought of the milk dipper when I made up that rhyme for you youngsters." "Now the scorpion!" insisted Peter. "Oh, have your old scorpion, then, Mr. Peter!" exploded Betty, "I don't want to see the horrid thing. I'm going to the cottage and show Katy the milk dipper." And she went. So it was with Peter and Paul alone that Uncle Henry found the scorpion that _Sagittarius_, the archer, is always aiming at. (9) It would have been easy for Betty to find, for it really looks a good deal like a scorpion. See if you don't think so when you've found it. [Illustration] After Uncle Henry had shown the boys how the big, red star, called _Antares_, in the heart of the scorpion, has a reddish color, Peter suggested that it was probably red because the Archer had already shot an arrow through the scorpion's heart, and made it bleed. After that, since neither the boys nor Uncle Henry ever wanted Betty left out of anything, and since they knew she would have stayed if Peter and she hadn't wanted different things at the same time, the Society of Star-Gazers adjourned until the next evening. On the porch, however, Uncle Henry made up this poem and repeated it to Peter and Paul before they went in to bed. "The Scorpion's heart has bled, Antares-star is red, The Archer made an arrow-wound, But Scorpio isn't dead. The Archer draws his strong-bow, To shoot a sharp new arrow, I hope he hits the Scorpion, And kills the poisonous fellow." FOURTH EVENING THE VIRGIN IS TOO BUSY FEEDING HER SKY POULTRY, SO CASSIOPEIA GETS THE UKELELE TO PLAY Betty, in spite of her pretended lack of curiosity about the scorpion, was down on the beach the next evening ahead of the other members of the Society of Star-Gazers. Uncle Henry found her in the twilight, sitting cross-legged before the sand-drawing of _Scorpio_. As she searched the southern sky to find the constellation, she was singing Uncle Henry's verses about the archer and _Scorpio_ over and over, to a tune of her own improvising. The boys had made bows and arrows from green saplings during the morning and had raced about for some time with "Rags," in search of giant scorpions to shoot at. They discovered them in the most unexpected objects--trees, rocks, and even boats. The hunt had been accompanied by a war chant, with the scorpion verses for words. It was a faint echo of this that Betty was crooning to herself now. As Uncle Henry approached her she looked up at him and said, "Aren't there any ladies among the star people, Uncle Henry? You told about the lyre that they play on, but you haven't shown any of them to us."