"But you don't understand," he replied to Tim's
grave warnings; "you don't understand what a gigantic discovery it is.
Why, the whole world will thank us! The whole world will get its
breath back! The one thing it's always dreaded more than anything
else--being too late--will come to an end! We ought to dance and sing--"
"Oh, please hush!" warned Judy. "Aunt Emily, you know--" Even at
Tunbridge Wells Aunt Emily might hear and send a telegram with No in
it.
"Has it lost its breath?" Tim asked, however. But, though it was in
the middle of tea, Uncle Felix could not restrain himself, and burst
into one of his ridiculous singing fits, instead of answering in a
whisper as he should have done. "Burst" described it accurately. And
his feet kept time beneath the table. It was the proper place for
Time, he explained.
The clocks are stopped, the calendars are wrong, Time holds gigantic
finger-hands Before his guilty face. Listen a moment! I can hear the
song That no one understands--
"It's the blue dragon-fly," interrupted Tim, remembering the story of
long ago.
"It's the Night-Wind--out by day," cried Judy.
"It's both and neither," sang the man,
"This song I hear.
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