The arch grew, they spoke the words, and pushed the lady through it into her own time and place, where London is clean and beautiful, and the Thames runs clear and bright, and the green trees grow, and no one is afraid, or anxious, or in a hurry.

There was a silence.

Then-- 'I'm glad we went,' said Anthea, with a deep breath.
'I'll never throw paper about again as long as I live,' said Robert.
'Mother always told us not to,' said Jane.
'I would like to take up the Duties of Citizenship for a special subject,' said Cyril.

'I wonder if Father could put me through it.

I shall ask him when he comes home.' 'If we'd found the Amulet, Father could be home NOW,' said Anthea, 'and Mother and The Lamb.' 'Let's go into the future AGAIN,' suggested Jane brightly.