“That is very kind of you,” I said gratefully. “I’m accepting because I can’t see what else to do. At least until the time when I can find me a place in your world or get back to my own. Fortunately,” I added as an afterthought, “no one will miss me there, unless it be a few classes of students who will welcome the little vacation that must elapse before my successor is found.” Breathlessly eager to find out what sort of a world I had gotten into, I walked with him to his home. And I may state at the outset that if I had found everything upside down and outlandishly bizarre, I should have been far less amazed and astonished than I was. For, from the walk that first evening from Professor Vibens’ office along several blocks of residence street to his solid and respectable home, through all of my goings about the town and country during the years that I remained in the _t_-dimensional world, I found people and things thoroughly ordinary and familiar. They looked and acted as we do, and their homes and goods looked like ours. I cannot possibly imagine a world and a people that could be more similar to ours without actually being the same. It was months before I got over the idea that I had merely wandered into an unfamiliar part of my own city. Only the actual experience of wide travel and much sight-seeing, and the knowledge that there was no such extensive English-speaking country on the world that I knew, convinced me that I must be on some other world, doubtless in the _t_ dimension. “A gentleman who has found his way here from another universe,” the professor introduced me to a strapping young fellow who was mowing the lawn. The professor’s son was named John! Could anything be more commonplace? “I’ll have to take you around and show you things tomorrow,” John said cordially, accepting the account of my arrival without surprise. A red-headed servant-girl, roast-pork and rhubarb-sauce for dinner, and checkers afterwards, a hot bath at bedtime, the ringing of a telephone somewhere else in the house--is it any wonder that it was months before I would believe that I had actually come into a different universe? What slight differences there were in the people and the world, merely served to emphasize the similarity. For instance, I think they were just a little more hospitable and “old-fashioned” than we are. Making due allowances for the fact that I was a rather remarkable phenomenon, I think I was welcomed more heartily in this home and in others later, people spared me more of their time and interest from their daily business, than would have happened under similar circumstances in a correspondingly busy city in America. * * * * *