“Did you ever see any, Miss Anne?”
“No,” said she.
“Did any body ever see any?”
“No,” said Miss Anne, “I don’t know that any body ever did.”
“Then,” said Lucy, “how do they know that there are any?”
“Well—that is rather a hard question,” said Miss Anne. “But they do know; they have found out in some way or other, though I don’t know exactly how.”
“I don’t see how they can know that there are any stars there,” said Lucy, “unless somebody has seen them. I guess they only think there are some, Miss Anne,—they only think.”
“I believe I don’t know enough about it myself,” said Miss Anne, “to explain it to you,—and besides, you ought to go to sleep now. So shut up your eyes, and I will sing to you, and then, perhaps, you will go to sleep.”
Lucy obeyed, and shut up her eyes; and Miss Anne began to sing her a song. After a little while, Lucy opened her eyes, and said,
“I rather think, Miss Anne, I should like to get into my trundle-bed now. I am rather tired of sitting in your lap.”