“Down toward the South Pole.”
“She canna understan’ it,” said Watty piteously. “She thocht it was a’ talk to frechten her. Then we shall nivver see the sun any more?”
“Of course we shall. There’ll be eighteen weeks without it, and then it will begin to get lighter again more and more, till the sun keeps up in the sky like it did when we came up here just now. You understand?”
“Nay, she dinna understan’ it a pit.”
“But you saw that the sun did not set for a long time?”
“Yes, she saw tat; but she nivver understood it a pit.”
“Well, it is puzzling,” said Steve. “It took me some time to get it into my head, but I do pretty well understand it now. Why, Watty, if we stood at the North Pole at midsummer, we should see the sun go round and round in the sky, and then every day get a little lower and a little lower, till it was only just in sight; and then still lower, till it disappeared altogether.”
“Does she mean went oot o’ sicht a’ thegither?”
“Yes.”
“And wad she hae to stan’ recht o’ the top o’ the pole to see tat?”