[_ELOISE stands rather appalled at the idea of so much of herself going into a grave. Puts the old-fashioned clock carefully on the ground. Gingerly fits the cuckoo clock into the completed grave. With an exclamation of horror lifts it out of the grave. Listens to its tick. Puts her ear to the sun-dial; listens vainly._ ELOISE The sun-dial doesn’t tick, does it, Ian? IAN Why should it tick? ELOISE Do you know, Ian, I [_Timidly_] I like to hear the ticking of a clock. [_No reply. ELOISE holds up the cuckoo clock._] This was a wedding present. IAN No wonder marriage fails. [_He moves to take it from her._ ELOISE I wonder if we hadn’t better leave the cuckoo until tomorrow. IAN Flaming worlds! A cuckoo! ELOISE Eddy and Alice gave us the cuckoo. You know they’re coming back. I asked them for dinner. They might not understand our burying their clock. IAN Their failure to understand need not limit our lives. [_Puts the cuckoo clock in its grave and begins to cover it._ ELOISE [_As the earth goes on._] I liked the cuckoo! I liked to see him popping out! IAN [_Kindly._] You will grow, Eloise. You will go out to large things now that you have done with small ones. ELOISE I hope so. It will be hard on me if I don’t. [_IAN reaches for the other clock._ ELOISE [_Snatching it._] Oh, Ian, I don’t think I ought to bury this one. It’s the clock my grandmother started housekeeping with! IAN [_Firmly taking clock._] And see what it did to her. Meticulous old woman! [_Puts it in its grave._ ELOISE You were glad enough to get her pies and buckwheat cakes. IAN She had all the small virtues. But a standardized mind. [_Trampling down the grave._] She lacked scope. And now--a little grave for little clocks. [_Takes out his watch, puts it in the grave._] Your watch, Eloise. ELOISE [_Holding to her wrist watch._] I thought I’d keep my watch, Ian. [_Hastily._] For an ornament, you know. IAN We are going to let truth be your ornament, Eloise. ELOISE Nobody sees truth. [_With a fresh outburst._] This watch was my graduation present! IAN Symbolizing all the standardized arbitrary things you were taught! Commemorating the clock-like way your mind was made to run. Free yourself of that watch, Eloise. [_ELOISE reluctantly frees herself. IAN briskly covers the watches. Moves to the unfilled grave._] Is there nothing for this grave? [_ELOISE shakes her head._] Sure--the alarm clock! ELOISE [_Running to the sunflowers and spreading out her skirts before them._] Oh, Ian, _not_ the alarm clock! How would we ever go to Boston? The train doesn’t run by the sun. IAN Then the train is wrong. ELOISE But, Ian, if the train is wrong we have to be wrong to catch the train. IAN _That’s_ civilization. [_Stands resolutely by the grave._] The alarm clock, Eloise. The grave awaits it. ELOISE [_Taking it up, her arms folded around it._] I wanted to go to Boston and buy a hat! IAN