the tower got under way. Estelle looked up at the sun, and saw it
mend its pace toward the west.

Night fell. The evening sounds became high-pitched and shrill,
then seemed to cease altogether.

In a very little while there was light again, and the sun was
speeding across the sky. It sank hastily, and returned almost
immediately, _via_ the east. Its pace became a breakneck rush. Down
behind the hills and up in the east. Down in the west, up in the
east. Down and up-- The flickering began. The race back toward modern
times had started.

Arthur and Estelle stood at the window and looked out as the sun
rushed more and more rapidly across the sky until it became but a
streak of light, shifting first to the right and then to the left
as the seasons passed in their turn.

With Arthur's arms about her shoulders, Estelle stared out across
the unbelievable landscape, while the nights and days, the winters
and summers, and the storms and calms of a thousand years swept
past them into the irrevocable past.

Presently Arthur drew her to him and kissed her. While he kissed
her, so swiftly did the days and years flee by, three generations
were born, grew and begot children, and died again!

Estelle, held fast in Arthur's arms, thought nothing of such trivial
things. She put her arms about his neck and kissed him, while the
years passed them unheeded.