Howard R. Garis, The Curlytops on Star Island — Chapter 2 (1918)
“ And so it was, the big drops pelting down and splashing on the windows. "But what frightened you, Jan?" asked Grandma Martin. "It was a queer blue light on Star Island." "A light on Star Island!" exclaimed her grandfather. "Nonsense! Nobody stays on the island after dark unless it's a fisherman or two, and the fish aren't biting well enough now to make anyone stay late to try to catch them. You must have dreamed it—or made-believe." "No, we really saw it!" declared Ted. "It was a fliskering blue light." ”
