§ 181 One of the Marvels of Science
On a hotel porch at a summer resort a visitor approached, in the dark, the spot where a beautiful young thing with bobbed hair and melting baby-blue eyes was sitting with an adoring youth.
As he neared the pair the newcomer heard her say: “Aren’t the stars just beautiful to-night? I love to sit and look at the stars on a night like this and think about science. Science is so interesting, so wonderful; don’t you think so? Now you take astronomy: Astronomers are such marvelous men! I can understand how they have been able to figure out the distance to the moon and to all the other planets, and the size of the sun, and how fast it travels and all. But how in the world do you suppose they ever found out the right names of all those stars?”