She went to the far corner of the room and studied the effect. It wasn't as nice as before. Instead of a simple room, neatly bounded on all four sides by solid walls, she seemed now to occupy a stage set off by windows through which other, similar, stages were visible, endlessly repeated. The old feeling of intimate companionship with her reflected self was gone; the two mirror-women were strangers, silently watching her. Defiantly, she stuck out her tongue. The two reflections grimaced menacingly. With a small cry, Flora ran to the switch, turned the screens on. They were seldom off after that. Sometimes, when the hammering of hooves became too wearing, or the shouting of comics too strident, she would blank them out, and sit, back to the mirror walls, sipping a cup of hot coflet, and waiting--but they were always on when Harry arrived, sometimes glum, sometimes brisk and satisfied. He would settle himself in his chair, waiting patiently enough for dinner, watching the screens. "They're all right," he would declare, nodding. "Look at that, Flora. Look at the way that fellow whipped right across there. By golly, you've got to hand it to the Full-wall people." "Harry--where do they make the shows? The ones that show the beautiful scenery, and trees and rolling hills, and mountains?" Harry was chewing. "Don't know," he said. "On location, I suppose." "Then there really are places like that? I mean, they aren't just making it up?" * * * * * Harry stared at her, mouth full and half open. He grunted and resumed chewing. He swallowed. "I suppose that's another of your cracks." "I don't understand, Harry," Flora said. He took another bite, glanced sideways at her puzzled expression. "Of course they aren't making it up. How the devil could they make up a mountain?" "I'd like to see those places." "Here we go again," Harry said. "I was hoping I could enjoy a nice meal and then view awhile, but I guess you're not going to allow that." "Of course, Harry. I just said--" "I know what you said. Well, look at them then." He waved his hand at the screen. "There it is; the whole world. You can sit right here and view it all--" "But I want to do more than just view it. I want to live it. I want to be in those places, and feel leaves under my feet, and have rain fall on my face--" Harry frowned incredulously. "You mean you want to be an actress?" "No, of course not--" "I don't know what you want. You have a home, two Full-walls, and this isn't all. I'm working toward something, Flora...." Flora sighed. "Yes, Harry. I'm very lucky." "Darn right." Harry nodded emphatically, eyes on the screens. "Dial me another coflet, will you?" * * * * *