With the horror of it, Brett and I stood apart. Frannie's nausea was passing; her head was steadier, but dizzy with the strange movement of the scene around her. She clung to Leela, and, of everything within her vision, only Leela was unchanging. The wall of the arcade was slowly passing upward; its nearer corner was moving slowly away; Brett and I were growing. Our waists reaching to Frannie's head; and then our knees. She gazed upward to where, fifteen or twenty feet above her, our horrified faces stared down. The mind always takes its personal viewpoint. Frannie and Leela were dwindling into smallness. But now that the nausea and dizziness were past, to them, they alone were normal. Everything else seemed changing . . . the whole scene, growing gigantic. . . . It was a slow, crawling growth--a steady, visible movement. The ground beneath their feet was a fine white sand. To Frannie's sight this patch of sand had originally been some ten feet, with the arcade wall on one side, and a thicket on the other. But the ground was shifting outward with herself as a center. Under her bare feet she could feel its steady movement--drawing outward, shifting so that her feet were drawn apart. She had to move them constantly. Beside her now she saw my foot and ankle as large as herself; the towering shafts of my legs--my face a hundred feet or more above her. The arcade wall stretched up almost out of sight--lantern-flowers loomed up there like great colored suns. . . . The thicket was a hundred feet away--a tangle of jungle. Then Frannie saw the giant Brett reach down and pick Leela up on his hand--saw Leela whirled gasping into the air. A moment, then Brett set her gently back on the ground. She was some twenty feet from Frannie. She ran, half stumbled across the rough white ground until again the girls were together. The arch of my sandaled foot was now as tall as Frannie. The arcade wall was very distant; the thicket was a blur in the distance. That small patch of white sand had unrolled to a great stony plain. Rough; yellow-white stones strewn everywhere. Frannie saw my feet and Brett's--as large as the arcade once had been--moving away with great surging bounds up into the air and back. A boulder was near by--a rock as tall as Frannie. It was visibly growing. She gripped Leela--together they crept to the boulder's side, huddled there. But they could not remain still. The boulder was expanding. It towered over them; but it was drawing away as well, for the ground was expanding. Constantly they shifted their position to remain close to it, to huddle under its protecting curve. It had been a rock taller than their heads; it was now a mountain. It loomed above them--a bulging cliff-face of naked, ragged rock.