Serpenta comes in with Show Off behind her and sits up opposite. As we part the fish with our knives and forks, so new to them, they are delighted and get us to do theirs. As Saucy blandly puts a piece in her mouth with her fork, they rush to her, thinking her mouth speared. She drops the fork. In father’s hand is so familiar shape of white China cup and filling also. I hastily taste my own. It is “ice cream,” the white cup a macaroon. But as the spoon, with which I tasted, goes into my mouth, they rush to me, thinking it strained. We drop now our spoon and take up the sack, which is in Arc cups shaped like bottles, which are gum paste. To cover our discomfiture, we arise in unison, touch and drink boon fashion. When boom, crack, roar, the ground beneath us shakes. The two opposite, natives here, spring to their feet with distending eyes, standing transfixed as the cracking roar continues, listening to the approach of a sucking, whistling sound, which long drawn, lessens and gradually disappears when they recover composure. My first idea of the panic was that it was God’s displeasure of our dissipation. Quickly banishing this I recognized the crackling as that of ice, which denoted the real danger. The sucking sound was so like water, which, escaping to the river, had ended the commotion. Ah Arc! Highest of all! Yet is death ever beneath! Resuming our seats I bethink me of Saucy’s proposition: “Going home, Saucy?” “Yes, to America.” “To America!” I echo again. “Yes, will this be an easy way?” getting up and coming to take hold of me, as though I was to be scared. “An easy way.” I cannot think what she is driving at, when it comes out. “Yes, the way we are sailing in the air.” I clutch the rock (as did Fitz James) muttering as did he, “This rock shall fly from its firm base, as soon as I.” But too late, the rock is flying with me on it through the air in combination of the rest on the plot. Tower and schools are left behind, so quick done I had been unobservant. By effort accepting the situation, I turn to Show Off, jocularly: “How far can this go?” in reference to the proposition. “To the sun, if you want a scorcher,” he answers with assurance. “I have been studying, Auntie.” She studying, “We can place relays of these over the border.” “But the compass?” I interrupt. “We will measure straight between each relay until the compass rights itself,” sitting down herself contentedly. I get up and choke her with a hug. “You blessed child, given me a way to get home.” I forgive her immediately and all the rest for the dreadful scares I have been victim. I think of home scenes, so far away, and compare with these of this delightful land. I must confess, I prefer as magnificence, these. But the blessed mascot has studied how to get home. It being possible, my full spirits rebound. “Next spring will do to go,” I say, anxious now to stay, where before I was anxious to go—now that I could.