"Oh no. I'm quite well," replied Carrots, "I haven't even a cold in my nose. And isn't it a nice morning, Floss, and isn't this a lovely room?"
"Yes," said Floss, "and so is mine, Carrots."
"And auntie is kind, isn't she, Floss?"
"Oh, very," said Floss.
"Isn't it nice to see the sun?" said Carrots. "Floss, I can't understand how it can always be the same sun, however far we go."
"But don't you remember what I showed you," said Floss, "about the world being like a little ball, always going round and round a great light, so of course the great light must always be the same?"
"Yes," said Carrots dreamily, "but still it seems funny. Will mamma see the sun at that nice warm place over the sea?"
"Why of course," said Floss, "it's the sun that makes that place nice and warm."
"Is it?" said Carrots. "Is that place nearer the sun than Sandyshore is, Floss?"
"No, not exactly. At least it is in a sort of a way—the sunshine falls straighter on it, but I couldn't explain without a globe and a lot of fuss," said Floss. "Never mind just now, Carrots—perhaps auntie can show you."