‘That it certainly is,’ said Gillian, beginning to read—
‘How lovely mounts the evening star
Climbing the sunset skies afar.’
‘What a wonderful evening! Why, the evening star was going up backward!’
‘You only want to make nonsense of it.’
‘It is not I that make nonsense!’ said Gillian, ‘why, don’t you see, Dolly, which way the sun and everything moves?’
‘This is the evening star,’ said Dolores, sulkily. ‘It was just rising.’
‘I do believe you think it rises in the west.’
‘You always see it there. You showed it to me only last Sunday.’
‘Do you think it had just risen?’
‘Of course the stars rise when the sun sets.’