"What was it?" asked Gud.
"The trouble was that my bathing suit was not in style."
"Oh, if that is all I will change the style.... There, go to the drug store and watch the clerks marking up the price of corks."
"Wonderful," cried the girl, "me to be the leader of styles—But I wore this week's styles last week—they will say I was too forward and therefore immodest."
Gud reached in a pocket of his robe and took out a patent calendar. This he turned back two weeks. "You should worry," he said, "I have made it week before last. You did not appear in the new-style bathing suit until next week. Does that fix everything?"
"Y-e-s," stuttered the girl doubtfully. "But what about the fishes?"
"I turned them back too," explained Gud. "But in all fairness, I ought to warn you about the lobsters. You see they go backwards naturally, and when I reversed the order of things just now I noticed that the lobsters went ahead two weeks—it is all a matter of relativity, you see."
"No, I don't see," blubbered the girl, "for I am very stupid," and she began to weep again.
"Why are you weeping again?" demanded Gud.
"Because I failed in my examination. I got everything wrong-wise and upse-turvy."