To tell the truth there was but one there who cared much about the moon's beauty, and that one was not Charlotte, but she knew how valuable an aid to her purpose the chaste goddess might become, and could easily create a little enthusiasm for the purpose of the moment.

Eleanor and Bertie were soon with her.

The doctor was now quiet in his armchair, and Mrs.Stanhope in hers, both prepared for slumber.
"Are you a Whewellite or a Brewsterite, or a t'othermanite, Mrs.
Bold ?" said Charlotte, who knew a little about everything, and had read about a third of each of the books to which she alluded.
"Oh!" said Eleanor; "I have not read any of the books, but I feel sure that there is one man in the moon at least, if not more." "You don't believe in the pulpy gelatinous matter ?" said Bertie.
"I heard about that," said Eleanor, "and I really think it's almost wicked to talk in such a manner.

How can we argue about God's power in the other stars from the laws which he has given for our rule in this one ?" "How indeed!" said Bertie.

"Why shouldn't there be a race of salamanders in Venus?
And even if there be nothing but fish in Jupiter, why shouldn't the fish there be as wide awake as the men and women here ?" "That would be saying very little for them," said Charlotte.