"But you can't walk to the sun, Bunny Brown. It's millions and millions of miles away! Our teacher said so."
"I'm not going to walk to the sun," said the little boy. "I just want to walk toward it, but I've got to know which way it is first, so's to know which way to walk."
Sue looked about her, as did Bunny. Neither of them knew in what part of the big woods they were, for they had never been there before. They were both looking for some path that would lead them home. But they saw none.
Suddenly Sue cried:
"Oh, there's the sun! It's right overhead."
She pointed upward, and Bunny saw a light spot in the clouds. The clouds had not broken away, but they were thin enough for the sun to make a bright place in them.
"That must be the east," said Sue. "But how are we ever going to walk that way, Bunny, unless we climb trees? It's up in the air!"
"That isn't the east," said the little boy. "That's right overhead—I forget the name of it."
But I will tell you, and Bunny Brown can look it up in his geography when he gets home. The point in the sky when the sun seems to be directly over your head is the zenith.
"And it's noon and dinner time, too," went on Bunny.