They sat and stared at their amazing uncle. There was a hush upon the
entire universe; there was marvel, mystery, but at first there was
also muddle. They waited, holding their breath with difficulty. Some
one, it seemed, must either explode or--or something else, they knew
not exactly what. It would hardly have surprised them if Judy had
suddenly flown through the air, Tim vanished down a hole, or Maria
gleamed at them from the inside of a quivering bubble of soap. There
was this kind of intoxicating feeling, delicious and intense. Even To-
morrow might _not_ be Sunday after all: it felt strange and wonderful
enough for that!
The possibility that _Some Day_ was coming--was close at hand--had in
some mysterious way become a probability. It was clear at last why
Uncle Felix had been so heavy and preoccupied.
"You see what's happened?" he continued after the long pause. "You see
what it all means--this strange stopping of the clock--at Dawn?"
They admitted nothing; the least mistake on their part might prevent,
might spoil or cripple it. The depth and softness of his tone warned
them. They stared and waited.
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