PHILUSOPH . 89

“I presume it was the morning star,” said Lu-
ey’s mother.

“What is the morning star?” said Lucy.

“Why, you must know,” said her mother,
“that there is one planet which goes round and
round the sun, pretty near to him—~a great deal
nearer than we are.”

What is a planet, mother?” said Lucy.

“ Why, it is a kind of a world,” replied her
mother.

“ As big as this world?”

‘No; the planet which I was speaking of is
not quite so big as this world, I believe ; but it is
very large. It goes round and round the sun;
and, of course, when the sun rises, and goes over
the sky, and sets, this planet keeps with him, going
round and round him all the time.”

Here Lucy turned her face up to the sky, and
began to look for the sun. She put her arm over
her eyes, to shade them from the dazzling light.

“QO, you can’t see it now, Lucy,” said her
mother.

“Why not?” said Lucy.

“ Because,” said Robert, “ the sun will dazzle
your eyes.”

“And besides,” said her mother, “ the general
light makes your eyes less sensitive than: they,

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