"Do you know what day it is?"
"It an't Sunday after sundown, is it? You always let us play then."
"But the sun isn't down yet."
Mr. Royden pointed to the great luminary which still glowed amid the trees in the west.
"Golly! I thought it was!"
"What a story that is! The sun is nearly half an hour high. You could not help seeing it."
Sam looked with amazement, squinting across his ball-club, and dodging his head this way and that, as if to assure himself that it was no delusion.
"It an't down, is it?" he said, honestly. "I'm a little cross-eyed, I expect; and that's why I couldn't see it before."