Next my chair is moved easily along and I open my eyes in an ice grotto, where a large company is assembled, whom I imagine are the many relatives.
As older people, like them in feature are occupying special chairs of state—the parents?
The change to cool arbor from summer heat is so greatly refreshing I regain animation.
At the parents’ request, we are placed on pedestals for exhibition.
“Are all so small?” they inquire.
“We are medium. There are midgets and giants,” we reply.
“How greatly you have multiplied. How great the size of the earth in comparison with Arc. You do more wonderful acts in proportion as you have more land to work upon.”
They place their hands upon our heads in token of membership in their family.
