How can it be among those stars when you say they are so much farther off?
By saying it is in such a constellation, I mean that it is in a line between us and that cluster of stars.
Why, then, the sun appears to go a journey between the stars and us for a whole year. Then it will rise in the Ram twelve months after it had been seen opposite that constellation. I wonder how this can be. Did you not say, father, that neither the stars nor the sun really moved?
I did.
Well, then, it must be either the stars turning about the sun, or the sun taking an annual trip about them, and yet the stars do not move, and the sun does not.
Let us leave the sun and his trip for a little, while we have another talk about the stars.
Notice that red star just rising there on the larboard side.
I have it, father.
As I want you to remember it, take my pocket-book and mark off with the pencil a picture of the star and its four neighbours, putting a cross under the one that has just risen.
There it is,—the under one of this cluster I have sketched. I shall know him again.