"Sure enough," Droop rejoined. "Then ain't it clear that ef a feller'll jest take a grip on the North Pole an' go whirlin' round it, he'll be cuttin' meridians as fast as a hay-chopper? Won't he see the sun gettin' left behind an' whirlin' the other way from what it does in nature? An' ef the sun goes the other way round, ain't it sure to unwind all the time thet it's ben a-rollin' up?" Rebecca's ball of yarn fell from her lap at this, and, as she followed it with her eyes, she seemed to see a practical demonstration of Droop's marvellous theory. Phoebe felt all the tremendous force of Droop's logic, and she flushed with excitement. One last practical objection was obvious, however. "The thing must be all right, Mr. Droop," she said; "an' come to think of it, this must be the reason so many folks have tried to reach the North Pole. But it never _has_ been reached yet, an' how are you agoin' to do it?" "You think it never hez," Copernicus replied. "The fact is, though, that I've ben there." "You!" Phoebe cried. "And is there a pole there?" Rebecca asked, eagerly. "The's a pole there, an' I've swung round it, too," Droop replied, sitting again with a new and delightful sense of no longer being unwelcome. "Here's how 'twas. About a year ago there come to my back door a strange-lookin' man who'd hurt his foot some way. I took him in an' fixed him up--you know I studied for a doctor once--an' while he was bein' fixed up, he sorter took a fancy to me an' he begun to give me the story of his life. He said he was born in the year 2582, an' had ben takin' what he called a historical trip into the past ages. He went on at a great rate like that, an' I thought he was jest wanderin' in his mind with the fever, so I humored him. But he saw through me, an' he wouldn't take no but I should go down into Burnham's swamp with him to see how he'd done it. "Well, down we went, and right spang in the thickest of the bushes an' muck we come across the queerest lookin' machine that ever ye see! "Right there an' then he told me all the scientific talk about time an' astronomy thet I've told you, an' then he tuck me into the thing. Fust thing I knew he give a yank to a lever in the machinery an' there was a big jerk thet near threw me on the back o' my head. I looked out, an' there we was a-flyin' over the country through the air fer the North Pole!" "There, now!" cried Rebecca, "didn't Si Wilkins' boy Sam say he seen a comet in broad daylight last June?" "Thet was us," Droop admitted. "And not a soul believed him," Phoebe remarked. "Well," continued Droop, "to make a long story short, thet future-man whirled me a few times 'round the North Pole--unwound jest five weeks o' time, an' back we come to Peltonville a-hummin'!" "And then?" cried the two women together.