It'd been a long time since he last set eyes on old Sol; there was a sense of joy and wonder at seeing it again.

That big one must be half a million times as bright as old Sol.

He is, after all, none other than old Sol himself, our sun.

Why, man, you ain't got a bowin' acquaintance with old Sol back here.

Nothing could stand it that close to old Sol.

We were to start before old Sol got in his heavy work, but we haven't had breakfast yet.

Some of the fog that hung about old Sol seemed to have got into his throat; for he spoke huskily.

The planet got too near the sun when its orbit was irregular, and old Sol pulled it to pieces.

A class G, all right, but a good deal younger than old Sol.

Right now I'm going to take a little run down to old Sol and charge up.