She: Look OUT! You’re tipping us!
You: (Laughing and settling down next to her) Gosh, what a funny squeal! I never tip canoes: don’t you know that? Have a cigarette.
She: Thanks. The lake looks pretty, doesn’t it? Just in this light.
You: Did you ever notice, it’s never the same. Look at that boat way over there.
She: It looks so little.
You: It’s funny. This is a little lake, but that boat looks tiny on it just the same.
She: (Uncomprehending) Yes.
You: I mean we’re really awfully small when you think about things. Stars and things. Look at that star there——
She: First one! I’ll wish on it. (She closes her eyes.)
You: It’s a little bit of a star, but I wonder what it thinks about us. Probably it doesn’t even know you’re wishing on it. Just think, it can’t even see us. Just a little spot of light.