"I am glad the idea of the universe did not occur to you," said the doctor. "That might have been rather inconvenient for one evening's handling. What would you like me to tell you about the sun?"
"I do not know anything at all about it," said Daisy. "I would like to know everything you can tell me."
"The thought that first comes to me," said the doctor, "is, that it ripened these raspberries."
"I know that," said Daisy. "But I want to know what it is."
"The sun! Well," said the doctor, "it is a dark, round thing, something like this earth, only considerably bigger."
"Dark!" said Daisy. "Certainly. I have no reason to believe it anything else."
"But you are laughing at me, Dr. Sandford," said Daisy, feeling very much disappointed and a little aggrieved.
"Am I? No, Daisy if you had ridden seventy miles to-day, you might be tempted, but you would not feel like laughing. Business is business, I must remind you again."
"But you do not mean that the sun is dark?" said Daisy.
"I mean precisely what I say, I assure you."