"I would like to know," he said, "the name of this one almost over my head; it seems to be looking at me."
"That is Vega," said Thérèse.
"So you know the names of all the stars, do you, my learned lady?"
"Of almost all. It isn't difficult, and in fifteen minutes you shall know as many as I do, if you choose."
"No, thanks; I much prefer not to know them; I prefer to give them names of my own."
"And you are right."
"I prefer to roam at random among those lines up yonder, and arrange combinations of groups according to my own ideas, rather than walk according to the whims of other people. After all, perhaps I am wrong, Thérèse! You prefer the beaten paths, don't you?"
"They are softer for tender feet. I haven't seven-league boots like you!"
"What sarcasm! you know very well that you are a stronger and better walker than I!"
"That is easily understood: it is because I have no wings to fly."