Part 60 (1/2)

”Oh, I see now,” said Tohtfully ”It's very clear”

”Yes,” said Uncle Richard ”Sir Isaac Newton, who contrived that as a clever et on with our work”

”I suppose then noe're ready?” said To to hold up a twelve-foot tube to your eye, and direct it to a star? The next thing is of course to e that it shall turn upon an axis, so that we can sweep in any direction”

The longest tasks co rough stand was connected with the beam formerly used to bear the sails of theby the s in its place, and in spite of its weight,been so carefully calculated that it swung up and down and revolved with the greatest ease

”There, Tom,” said Uncle Richard; ”now I think we can sweep the heavens in every direction, and when once we have tried, the et to work”

Tom looked at his uncle in dismay

”Why, you don'tat it like this?”

”Yes, a great deal We have to get the glasses to ith one another to the most perfect correctness That task h Toed, he reco to alter the position of the big speculum, then of the small plane ain and again, till at last Uncle Richard declared that he could do no ht,” said his uncle, ”for the ht in the first quarter; but judging fro”

And so it proved, thebehind the clouds

”I do call it too bad,” cried Tom, ”now, too, that we are quite ready”

”Patience, lad, patience A star-gazer reat astronoood hours for observation in every year”

”What?” cried Toht I mean a week No, I don't: how absurd! In a month”

”No, Tom,” said his uncle quietly, ”in a year Of course there would be plenty ood ones no doubt his calculation was pretty correct So you will have to wait”

The Vicar called again one day, and hearing from Mrs Fidler that her ate and thumped with his stick

”What's that?” said Uncle Richard, as down upon his knees carefully adjusting a lens

”Trareat tube of the telescope

”Then he must tramp,” said Uncle Richard ”I can't be interrupted now

What numbers of these people do coive so much to them, uncle, and they tell one another”

”Mrs Fidler's an old impostor,” said Uncle Richard--”there, I think that is exactly in the axis--she gives more away to them than I do”

”Bread-and-cheese, uncle; but she says you always give money”

”Well, boy, it isn't Mrs Fidler's ate, and then--