“O, father,” cried the boy, “all my stars have gone back into their places again this evening.
Did you see them travel back as you saw them travel forward?
No. But there they are, though I do not know how they got there.
I think I saw you looking pretty often at the sun, to-day. Did you notice anything peculiar about his movements?
Yes. I noticed that he seemed to go the same road as my stars did the evening before.
But you saw him ascend in the east, rise nearly overhead, and then set in the west. You did not observe your stars do that.
No, father; but I have it. It took a long while for the sun to go all that distance; and I fancy that if I had watched my bright star as long, I should have seen that set in the west also.
Certainly you would.
Well, but how did they get back into their places again?
How will the sun manage to get on the east side, to-morrow morning?