"Et's a sure thing!" Droop exclaimed, earnestly. "You've said yerself that the folks who stayed to home would live one day longer than the fellow that went round. Now, ef that feller travelled round as fast as the sun, the stay-at-homes would only be one day older by the time he got back—ain't that a fact?"
Both sisters nodded.
"Well, an' the traveller would be one day younger than they'd be. An' ain't that jest no older at all than when he started?"
"My goodness! Mr. Droop!" Phœbe replied, feebly. "I never thought of that."
"Well, ain't it so?"
"Of course—leastways—why, it must be!"
"All right, then!"
Droop rose triumphantly to his feet, overcome by his feelings.
"Follow out that same reasonin' to the bitter end!" he cried, "an' what will happen ef that traveller whirls round, cuttin' meridians jest twice as fast as the sun—goin' the same way?"
He paused, but there was no reply.