And that was wrong. For either the forest of grass was as big as themselves--in which case they still were daisies; or else it was tiny and far below them--in which case they were hurrying humans again. There was an odd confusion...while consciousness swung home to its appointed centre and Adventure brought them back towards the old, familiar starting-place again. There came an ominous and portentous sound that rushed towards them through the air, and through the solid ground as well. They heard it, and grew pale with terror. Across the entire lawn it rumbled nearer, growing in volume awfully. The very earth seemed breaking into bits about them. And then they knew. It was the End of the World that their prophets had long foretold. It crashed upon them before they had time to think. The roar was appalling. The whole lawn trembled. The daisies bowed their little faces in a crowd. They had no time even to close their innocent eyes. Before a quarter of their sweet and happy life was known, the End swept them from the world, unsung and unlamented. Two of them who had planned Eternity together fell side by side before one terrible stroke.... "I do believe--" said Judy, brushing her tumbled hair out of her eyes. "Not possible!" exclaimed Uncle Felix, sitting up and stretching himself like a dog. "It's a thing I never do, _never_, _NEVER!_ I think my stupid watch has stopped again...." They stared at each other with suspiciously sleepy eyes. "Promise," she whispered presently, "promise never to tell the others!" "I promise faithfully," he answered. "But we'd better get up, or we shall have our heads cut off like--all the other daisies." He pulled her to her feet--out of the way of the heavy mowing machine which Weeden was pushing with a whirring, droning noise across the lawn. CHAPTER XII TIM'S PARTICULAR ADVENTURE