Yes, I forgot to wind it. ELOISE [_Grieved to think of any one living in such a world._] _Wind_ it! IAN Do you not see, Mrs. Stubbs, where the shadow falls? [_She comes up the steps._] From its millions of spinn--You’re in the way of the sun, Mrs. Stubbs. [_She steps aside._] Its millions of spinning miles the sun casts that shadow and here we know that it is eight minutes past six. MRS. STUBBS Now, ain’t that wonderful? Dear, dear, I wish Mr. Stubbs could make a sun clock. But he’s not handy around the house. Past six. Well, I must hurry back. They work tonight at the cold storage but Mr. Stubbs gets home for his supper at half past six. [_Starts away, reaching the gate._ ELOISE [_Running to her._] Oh, Mrs. Stubbs! Don’t get his supper by sun time. It wouldn’t be ready. It--[_With a hesitant look at IAN_] might get cold. [_MRS. STUBBS stares._] You see, Mr. Stubbs is coming home by the mean solar time of Philadelphia. MRS. STUBBS [_Loyal to MR. STUBBS._] Who said he was? ELOISE [_In distress._] Oh, it’s all so false! And arbitrary! [_To IAN._] But I think Mrs. Stubbs had better be false and arbitrary too. Mr. Stubbs might rather have his supper than the truth. MRS. STUBBS [_Advancing a little._] What is this about my being false? And--arbitrary? ELOISE You see, you have to be, Mrs. Stubbs. We don’t blame you. How can you live by the truth if Mr. Stubbs doesn’t work by it? MRS. STUBBS This is the first word I ever heard said against Johnnie Stubbs’ way of freezin’ fish. ELOISE Oh, Mrs. Stubbs, if it were _merely_ his way of freezing fish! IAN Since you are not trying to establish a direct relation with truth, set your clock at five minutes of six. The clocks, as would be clear to you if you would establish a first-hand relation with this diagram, Eloise, are slow. MRS. STUBBS You mean your sun clock’s wrong. IAN All other clocks are wrong. ELOISE You live by the mean solar time of Philadelphia. MRS. STUBBS I do no such thing! ELOISE Yes, you do, Mrs. Stubbs. You see the sun can’t be both here and in Philadelphia at the same time. Now could it? So we have to pretend to be where it is in Philadelphia. MRS. STUBBS Who said we did? ELOISE Well, [_After a look at IAN_] the Government. MRS. STUBBS _Them_ congressmen! ELOISE But Mr. Joyce and I--You’re standing on a grave, Mrs. Stubbs. [_MRS. STUBBS jumps._] The grave of my grandmother’s clock. [_In reply to MRS. STUBBS look of amazement._] Oh, yes! That clock has done harm enough. Mrs. Stubbs, think what time is--and then consider my grandmother’s clock! Tick, tick! Tick, tick! Messing up eternity like that! MRS. STUBBS [_After failing to think of anything adequate._] I must get Mr. Stubbs his supper! [_Frightened exit._ IAN