Menie got up very slowly and pulled up his line.

As they turned toward the shore, Monnie cried out, "Look, look!
The sky is on fire!" It looked like it, truly!

Great white streamers were flashing from the Edge of the World,
clear up into the sky! They danced like flames. Sometimes they
shot long banners of blue or green fire up to the very stars.
Overhead the sky shone red as blood. The stars seemed blotted
out.

The twins had seen many wonderful things in the sky, but never
such color as this. Their eyes grew as round and big and popping
as those of Monnie's codfish, while they watched the long banners
join themselves into a great waving curtain of color that hung
clear across the heavens.

"What is it? Oh, what is it?" they gasped. They were too
astonished to move, and they were a good deal frightened, too.
They never knew the sky could act like that.

Monnie felt her black hair rise under her little fur hood. She
seized Menie's coat. "Do you suppose the world is going to be
burned up?" she said.

Just then they heard a voice calling, "Menie, Monnie, where are
you?"

"Here we are," they answered. Their teeth were chattering with
cold and fright, and they ran up the slope and flung themselves