PHILOSOPHY. 83

“J don’t see why we can’t see both, mother,”
said Lucy.

“Why, you see,” said Robert, “ it dazzles our
eyes, — the light of the sun does, — and we can’t
see so well.”

“I am sure I can see better in the day than in
the night,” said Lucy.

That's a mistake,” said her mother.

“O mother!” said Lucy.

“In one sense you can; that is, you can see
more things, because there is so much more light ;
but your eye is not so sensitive.”

‘What do you mean by sensitive?” asked
Lucy.

“ Why, let me see,’ said her mother; “how
shall I explain it to you?”

Here she hesitated, and appeared to be thinking.
Lucy and Robert sat still, and did not interrupt
her. As for Eben, he began to be tired of this
philosophical discussion, and so he got off from
the log, and began to punch a stick down into a
hole under the root of a tree. He thought that it
was a squirrel’s hole, and he wanted to make the
squirrel come out.

“Suppose,” said Lucy’s mother, after a mo-
ment’s pause, “that I had a small box, tight all
around, excepting at one end, where there was a