"But how do you know when the sun is up? London is so foggy, you know, Mattie."
"Is it? I didn't know. Are there places without fog, miss?"
"Oh, yes; many."
"Well, about the sun. I always know what he's about, miss. I've got a almanac."
"But you don't understand the almanac, do you?"
"Well, I don't mean to say I understand all about it, but I always know what time the sun rises and goes to bed, you know."
Lucy had found she was rather early for the train, and from where she stood she could see the clock of St. Jacob's, which happened to be a reliable one. Therefore she went on to amuse herself with the child.
"But how is it that we don't see him, if he gets up when the almanac says, Mattie?"
"Well, you see, miss, he sleeps in a crib. And the sides of it are houses and churches, and St. Paulses, and the likes of that."
"Yes, yes; but some days we see him, and others we don't. We don't see him to-day, now."