“There is that light of Edison’s hanging over the trees.”
“Where?” I asked.
“That bright light over there that looks like a big star. The Witless One told us about it. In some ways he was really wiser than we gave him credit for.”
“That’s the Evening Star,” I said.
“It is what?” asked another boy.
“It is Venus, the Evening Star.”
“He told us it was put up there by Edison.”
“So it really isn’t an illuminated balloon?”
The boys looked from one to the other, then every one laughed loudly and long.