"
"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.
"Something is so bright you cannot look at it. The something
is not the body of the sun."
"Then it is the light that comes from it."
"No light comes from it, that I know. I told you, the sun is a
dark body."
"Not laughing?"
"No," said Dr. Sandford, though he did laugh now; "the sun,
you see, is a more wonderful thing than you imagined."
"But sir, may I ask any question I have a mind to ask?"
"Certainly! All in the course of business."
"How do you know that it is dark, sir?"
"Perfectly fair.
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