What ?" said Nora.
"That there should be something like a looking-glass up in the sky to catch the sunlight and reflect it down to us when we cannot see the sun itself." "What looking-glass ?" "Well, the moon catches the sunlight just so, as a looking glass would." "How do you know, Daisy?
_I_ think it shines." "I know because I have been told.

It does not shine, any more than a looking-glass." "Who told you ?" "Dr.Sandford," Daisy whispered.
"Did he! Then why don't we have the moon every night ?" "Because the looking-glass, if you can imagine that it is a looking-glass, does not always hang where it can catch the sun." "Don't it?
I don't like to think it is a looking-glass," said Nora.

"I would a great deal rather think it is the moon." "Well, so it is," said Daisy.

"You can think so." "Daisy, what should we do if it should be rough in the middle of the river ?" "_I_ like it," said Ella Stanfield.
"Perhaps it will not be very rough," said Daisy.
"But suppose it should?
And where the moon don't shine it is so dark!" "Nora," said Daisy very low, "don't you love Jesus ?" Nora at that flounced round, and turning her face from Daisy and the moonlight, began to talk to Ella Stanfield on the other side of her.
Daisy did not understand what it meant.
All this while, and a good while longer, the rest of the people were waiting with various degrees of patience and impatience for the coming of Sam and the men.

It was pretty there by the shore, if they had not been impatient.