Half-Past Seven Stories by Robert Gordon Anderson
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"Oh, no," she said as soon as she could speak. "Do I look as if I could be stuck up there by a pin?" "No-o-o, but what do you do? Just float around--or swim?" "Well, that's the way you Earth people would put it--but we have another word for it." "What is the word?" She shook her head. "That I can't tell you, for you'd never understand it, but it's a very pretty word." Marmaduke sighed. "I'd like to know it," he said, "but I suppose I can't." And the Star Lady answered,-- "Not now, perhaps some day." "Do you do anything else besides hunting for little lost stars?" "Oh, yes," she said, coming a trifle nearer his bed, "sometimes we find little stars on earth that have never been in the sky, and they shine so very brightly that we take them up there, too." |
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