The sun will fall upon your dear head and give you life. ELOISE [_About to cry._] But no style! It ticks so loud and sure! IAN All false things are loud and sure. ELOISE I need a tick! I am afraid of tickless time! [_Holding the clock in both hands she places it against her left ear._ IAN [_Spade still in his right hand, he places his left arm around her reassuringly._] You will grow, Eloise. You are growing. [_He takes the clock as he is saying this. She turns her head backward following the departing clock with surprised and helpless eyes. Disconsolately watches him bury it._ ELOISE [_An inspiration._] Ian! Couldn’t you fix the sun-dial to be set and go off? IAN [_Pained._] “Set and go off?” [_Pause; regards the sun._] _Sine sole sileo._ ELOISE What did you say, Ian? IAN I said: _Sine sole sileo_. ELOISE Well, I don’t know what you say when you say that. IAN It’s a Latin motto I’ve just thought of for the sun-dial. It means, “Without sun, I am silent.” Silence is a great virtue. [_Having finished the grave, he looks around, making sure there are no more clocks. Joyously._] Now we are freed! Eloise, think what life is going to be! Done with approximations. Done with machine thinking. In a world content with false time, we are true. ELOISE [_Sitting on the steps._] Yes, it’s beautiful. I want to be true. It’s just that it’s a little hard to be true in a false world. For instance, tomorrow I have an appointment with the dentist. If I come on sun-time I suppose I’ll be twenty minutes-- IAN [_Eagerly. Going to the sun-dial and pointing._] If you will just let me explain this table--[_ELOISE shrinks back. IAN gives it up._] Oh, well, tell him you are living by the truth. ELOISE I’m afraid he’ll charge me for it. And when we ask people for dinner at seven, they’ll get here at twenty minutes of seven. Or will it be twenty minutes _after_ seven? IAN [_Smoothing down graves._] It will be a part of eternal time. ELOISE Yes,--_that’s_ true. Only the roast isn’t so eternal. Why do they have clocks wrong? IAN Oh, Eloise, I’ve explained it so many times. You--living in Provincetown, three hundred miles to the eastward, are living by the mean solar time of Philadelphia. [_Venomously._] Do you _want_ to live by the mean solar time of Philadelphia? ELOISE Certainly _not_. [_An idea._] Then has Philadelphia got the right time? IAN It’s right six miles this side of Philadelphia. ELOISE We might move to Philadelphia. [_Enter through gate, MRS. STUBBS, a Provincetown “native.”_ MRS. STUBBS Now, Mr. Joyce, this sun clock,--is it running? IAN It doesn’t “run,” Mrs. Stubbs. It is acted upon. MRS. STUBBS Oh. Well, is it being acted upon? IAN As surely as the sun shines. MRS. STUBBS [_Looking at the sun._] And it is shining today, isn’t it? Well, will you tell me the time? My clock has stopped and I want to set it. IAN [_Happily._] You hear, Eloise? Her clock has stopped. MRS. STUBBS