"I am glad the idea of the universe did not occur to you," said the
doctor. "That might have been rather inconvenient for one evening's
handling. What would you like me to tell you about the sun?"
"I do not know anything at all about it," said Daisy. "I would like to
know everything you can tell me."
"The thought that first comes to me," said the doctor, "is, that it
ripened these raspberries."
"I know _that_," said Daisy. "But I want to know what it _is_."
"The sun! Well," said the doctor, "it is a dark, round thing, something
like this earth, only considerably bigger."
"_Dark!_" said Daisy.
"Certainly. I have no reason to believe it anything else."
"But you are laughing at me, Dr. Sandford," said Daisy, feeling very
much disappointed and a little aggrieved.
"Am I? No, Daisy--if you had ridden seventy miles to-day, you might be
tempted, but you would not feel like laughing. Business is business, I
must remind you again."
"But you do not _mean_ that the sun is dark?" said Daisy.
"I mean precisely what I say, I assure you."
"But it is so bright we cannot look at it," said Daisy.
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