The buyer stood up and stretched. "Could I please see the barn?" he asked, meaning the huge workshop where Jenkins did the construction work. "Sure," Jenkins said and opened the door opposite the red curtain into the workshop. It was empty. "You mean it was all up here? I didn't move at all?" He tapped his cranium with his index finger. "That's right," Jenkins said anxiously. "Do you want it or not?" Allenby stood looking into the empty room. "Yes ... yes, of course," he said. "How long did the whole thing last?" "About ten seconds," Jenkins said, looking at his watch. "It seems much longer to the traveler. I'm not sure, but I think the imagined time varies with each person. It's always around ten seconds of actual time, though, so you can make a lot of money on it, even if you only have one machine." "Money?" Allenby said. "Money, yes, of course." He took a checkbook from his inside pocket and hurriedly wrote a check for six thousand dollars. "When can we have it delivered?" he asked. "You want it shipped the usual way?" "No," Allenby said, staring at the red-cushioned chair. "Send it air freight. Then bill us for the expense." "Whatever you say," Jenkins said, smiling, taking the check. "You'll have it by the first of the week, probably. I'll put a complete parts and assembly manual inside the crate." "Good, good. But maybe I should test it again, you know. Star-Time can't really afford to make a mistake as expensive as this." "No," Jenkins said quickly. Then, "I'll guarantee it, of course. If it doesn't work out, I'll give you a full refund. But don't try it again, today. Don't let anyone have it more than once in one day. Stamp them on the hand or something when they take the trip." "Why?" Jenkins looked troubled. "I'm not sure, but people might not want to come back. Too many times in a row and they might be able to stay there ... in their minds of course." "Of course, of course. Well, it's been a pleasure doing business with you, Mr. Jenkins. I hope to see you again soon." They walked back to Allenby's not-very-late model car and shook hands. Allenby drove away. On the way back to the hotel, and as he lay for a long time in the bathtub, letting the warmness drift away from the water, the thought ran over and over in his mind. They might be able to stay there, Allenby said to himself. They might be able to stay there. He smiled warmly at a crack in the plaster as he thought of the first of the week and the fragrant meadow. Transcriber's Note: This etext was produced from _Analog Science Fact & Fiction_ November 1963. Extensive research did not uncover any evidence that the U.S. copyright on this publication was renewed. Minor spelling and typographical errors have been corrected without note.