"It isn't rough, I don't believe," said Ella Stanfield. "It
isn't rough now."
"I wish we were at the other side," said Nora.
"Oh, Nora, I think it is nice," said Daisy. "How bright the
moonlight is! Look! — all over the river there is a broad
strip. I hope we shall sail along just in that strip. Isn't it
wonderful, Nora?"
"No. What?" said Nora.
"That there should be something like a looking-glass up in the
sky to catch the sunlight and reflect it down to us when we
cannot see the sun itself."
"What looking-glass?"
"Well, the moon catches the sunlight just so, as a looking-
glass would."
"How do you know, Daisy? _I_ think it shines."
"I know because I have been told. It does not shine, any more
than a looking-glass."
"Who told you?"
"Dr. Sandford," Daisy whispered.
"Did he! Then why don't we have the moon every night?"
"Because the looking-glass, if you can imagine that it is a
looking-glass, does not always hang where it can catch the
sun."
"Don't it? I don't like to think it is a looking-glass," said
Nora. "I would a great deal rather think it is the moon."
"Well, so it is," said Daisy. "You can think so."
"Daisy, what should we do if it should be rough in the middle
of the river?"
"_I_ like it," said Ella Stanfield.
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