Daughter. Why, mother, have you never seen her? She rubs one end of the match on the box, where there is a little piece of sand-paper, and that sets the match on fire.
Mother. Is there any fire in the sand-paper, Caroline?
Daughter. Why, no, mother; certainly not.
Mother. Was there any fire in the match, before she lighted it?
Daughter. Why, no, mother; if there had been, she would have had no need to light it.
Mother. You see, then, that fire came when she rubbed the match against the sand-paper; and that the fire was not in the sand-paper, nor in the match.
Daughter. Yes, mother, but I did not see where it came from.
Mother. I am going to explain that to you, my dear, in the next lesson.
FOOTNOTE:
[A] This lesson, together with the two following lessons, is taken from a little book, called "Juvenile Philosophy," published by Messrs. A.S. Barnes & Co., 51 John-street, New York. It consists of nine conversations, between a little girl and her mother, on the subjects, Rain, Color, Vision or Sight, the Eye, Light, Fire, Heat and Wind.