Suddenly their bitter sparkle faded, and a delicate pale green glow spread itself, opening like a fan, till it covered half the heavens.

Almost immediately the center of the base of the fan rolled itself up till the strange light became an arch of intense radiance, the green tint shifting rapidly to blue-white, violet, gold, and cherry rose.

A moment more and the still arch broke up into an incalculable array of upright spears of light, pointing toward the zenith, and dancing swiftly from side to side with a thin, mysterious rustle.

They danced so for some minutes, ever changing color, till suddenly they all melted back into the fan-shaped glow.

And the glow remained, throbbing softly as if breathless, uncertain whether to die away or to go through the whole performance again." "I know--" began the Child, but checked himself at once with a deprecating glance of apology.
"Except for the dancing wonder of the light," continued Uncle Andy, graciously pretending not to hear the interruption, "nothing stirred in all that emptiness of naked space.