But the ceiling was a ceiling indeed; for the sun, moon, and stars lived there.

The sun was not a scientific sun at all, but one such as you see in penny picture-books--a round, jolly, jocund man's face, with flashes of yellow frilling it all about, just what a grand sunflower would look if you set a countenance where the black seeds are.

And the moon was just such a one as you may see the cow jumping over in the pictured nursery rhyme.

She was a crescent, of course, that she might have a face drawn in the hollow, and turned towards the sun, who seemed to be her husband.

He looked merrily at her, and she looked trustfully at him, and I knew that they got on very well together.