But he says, no earth life at all! That's what's strange. I've seen some one that I am told is a brother, but I can't be expected to recognise him, can I? I feel somehow closer to Lily than I do to that one. By and by I will get to know him, I dare say.
I'm told that I am doing very well in the short time I have been here. Taking to it—what he say?—duck to water, he say.
O. J. L.—You know the earth is rolling along through space. How do you keep up with it?
It doesn't seem like that to him.
O. J. L.—No, I suppose not. Do you see the stars?
Yes, he sees the stars. The stars seem like what they did, only he feels closer to them. Not really closer, but they look clearer; not appreciably closer, he says.
O. J. L.—Are they grouped the same? Do you see the Great Bear, for instance?
Oh, yes, he sees the Great Bear. And he sees the ch, ch, chariot, he says.
O. J. L.—Do you mean Cassiopeia?
Yes. [But I don't suppose he did.]