Seventh and electric light and motors and 1908. Don't try to believe it if it hurts you, Dickie dear. I know it's most awfully rum—but it's the real true truth."
Richard said nothing. Had never thought it possible but that he was the only one to whom things like this happened.
"You don't believe it," said Edred complacently. "I knew you wouldn't."
Dickie felt a swimming sensation. It was impossible that this wonderful change should happen to any one besides himself. This just meant that the whole thing was a dream. And he said nothing.
"Never mind," said Elfrida in comforting tones; "don't try to believe it. I know you can't. Forget it. Or pretend we were just kidding you."
"Well, it doesn't matter," Edred said. "What can we do to pay out old Parrot-nose?"
Then Richard found a voice and words.
"I don't like it," he said. "It's never been like this before. It makes it seem not real. It's only a dream, really, I suppose. And I'd got to believe that it was really real."
"I don't understand a word you're saying," said Edred; and, darting to a corner, produced a photographic camera, of the kind called "Brownie."
"Look here," he said, "you've never seen anything like this before. This comes from the times we belong to."
Richard knew it well. A boy at school had
