_ Why, no, mother; certainly not.
_Mother._ Was there any fire in the match, before she lighted it?
_Daughter._ Why, no, mother; if there had been, she would have had no
need to light it.
_Mother._ You see, then, that fire came when she rubbed the match
against the sand-paper; and that the fire was not in the sand-paper, nor
in the match.
_Daughter._ Yes, mother, but I did not see where it came from.
_Mother._ I am going to explain that to you, my dear, in the next
lesson.
FOOTNOTE:
[A] This lesson, together with the two following lessons, is
taken from a little book, called "Juvenile Philosophy," published by
Messrs. A.S. Barnes & Co., 51 John-street, New York. It consists of nine
conversations, between a little girl and her mother, on the subjects,
Rain, Color, Vision or Sight, the Eye, Light, Fire, Heat and Wind.
LESSON XVII.
_The same subject, continued._
_Mother._ Did you ever see a person rub his hands together, when he was
cold?
_Daughter._ O yes, mother, a great many times. I have seen father come
in from the cold, and rub his hands together, and afterwards hold them
to the fire and rub them again, and then they get warm.
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