Jack was delighted with the idea. Gus differed from him entirely. Joe and I, being girls, pronounced it—horrid.
"Papa wants us to, you know," said May, who always sets us straight.
Jack, who had recently joined one of the college societies, moved that the Professor be cordially supported. "His lecture last week was exceedingly entertaining," he argued. "That he should be so good as to come here and talk to us about his wonderful science in a pleasant familiar way, simply because he's papa's old friend, shows the interest he takes in the family."
"Do hush, Jack."
"My dear sister, I can not. What the Professor has to tell us about the heavenly bodies—"
"I hate the heavenly bodies," growls Gus.
"Is it jealousy, Augustus, because they are allowed to stay out late nights, while you are not?"
"Whatever it is, I agree with him," puts in Joe, who always stands by Gus. "I hate astronomy too."
"Feeling as I do, Josephine, that your knowledge in the science is confined to 'Twinkle, twinkle, little star,' and the fact that 'the moon is made of green cheese,' I am surprised at you."
"What makes them twinkle?" asked May.