"Not till you have done with me!"
"Dr. Sandford, have you told me all there is to tell about the
sun?"
"No."
"Would it take too long this evening?"
"Considering that the sun will not stay to be talked about,
Daisy," said the doctor, glancing out of the window, "I should
say it would."
"Then I will ask only one thing more. Dr. Sandford, how can
you tell so exactly how long it would take to go to the sun?
How do you know?"
"Quite fair, Daisy," said the doctor, surveying her gravely.
"I know, by the power of a science called mathematics, which
enables one to do all sorts of impossible things. But you must
take that on my word; I cannot explain so that you would
understand it."
"Thank you, sir," said Daisy.
She wanted further to ask what sort of a science mathematics
might be; but Dr. Sandford had answered a good many questions,
and the sun was down, down, behind the trees on the other side
of the road. Daisy said no more. The doctor, seeing her
silent, smiled, and prepared himself to go.
"Shall we finish the sun to-morrow, Daisy?"
"Oh, if you please."
"Very well. Good-bye."
The doctor went, leaving Daisy in a very refreshed state; with
plenty to think of.
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