plainly.
Mr Barlow.—That is called the Pole-star; it never moves from its place, and by looking full at it, you may always find the north.
Tommy.—Then if I turn my face towards that star, I always look to the north.
Mr Barlow.—You are right.
Tommy.—Then I shall turn my back to the south.
Mr Barlow.—You are right again; and now cannot you find the east and the west?
Tommy.—Is it not the east where the sun rises?
Mr Barlow.—Yes; but there is no sun to direct you now.
Tommy.—Then, sir, I cannot find it out.
Mr Barlow.—Do not you know, Harry?