After that Grizzel departed with her paint-box, Bridget took Baby
for a walk, and Mollie and Prue settled themselves in the little
house, with a cushion apiece at their backs, a basket of freshly
pulled oranges between them, and a couple of books in case
conversation should flag.

"Now, Prudence, tell me more about Time-travellers," Mollie said;
"somehow I can't seem to remember that I am one; in fact--" she
paused.

"You can't believe it," Prudence finished for her. "I know. But it's
meant to be like that. If you didn't forget you would remember too
much, and then you would stop being a Time-traveller, because your
mind can't be in two places at once. So it is better _not_ to talk;
or you may have to go."

"I won't again, but just tell me two things. Can we travel forwards
as well as backwards?"

"A few people can, not everyone; but it is better not, Mollie. It is
far better not."

"But you came into my Time to fetch me."

"I didn't exactly come, you brought me; and I can only stay a
moment."

"Well," Mollie said, after a short silence, "the other thing is: Can
I bring Dick? He would love this place and this Time--somehow you
seem to have more room than we have, and you are not so frightfully