“Not exactly; but look at the stars over there, beyond the field.”
“Yes,” said Lucy, “there’s one pretty bright one; but there are not a great many out. I thought there would be more at midnight.”
“No,” said Miss Anne, “there are no more stars at midnight than at any other time; and to-night there are fewer than usual, because the moon shines.”
“I don’t see why there should not be just as many stars, if the moon does shine.”
“There are just as many; only we can’t see them so well.”
“Why can’t we see them?” said Lucy.
But Miss Anne told Lucy that she was rather tired of holding her at the window, and so she would carry her back, and tell her about it while she was rocking her to sleep.
“You see,” said Miss Anne, after she had sat down again, “that there are just as many stars in the sky in the daytime, as there are in the night.”
“O Miss Anne!” exclaimed Lucy, raising up her head suddenly, as if surprised; “I have looked up in the sky a great many times, and I never saw any.”
“No, we cannot see them, because the sun shines so bright.”