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."

"Don't worry," said Gud, "I have changed all things, so that what you
answered in your examination is the truth and has always been the truth
and all contrary belief are false and always have been false."

"Thank you so kindly," smiled the girl, "but there is just one thing
more. I can't understand the difference between an equilateral triangle
and an isosceles triangle--and I just hate all triangles."

"Forget them," consoled Gud, "for I have destroyed all triangles."

Just then the girl noticed in alarm that the apples which had been on
the ground were dropping up and alighting on the tree.

"Be not alarmed," said Gud, "I only changed the law of gravitation as it
applies to apples."

And now they saw a procession coming through the orchard headed by the
President of the Academy to proclaim the stupid girl as a virgin
prophetess who had revealed to that world many great truths that had
been hidden from the minds of the old masters. And when the old masters
saw the apples that lay about the girl dropping up, one by one, to the
tree above her, they became filled with holy zeal and abject worship and
bowed down humbly before her and cried:

"Hail, hail, prophetess, for the end of the world cometh, and thou, in
thy holy wisdom, must tell us what we should do to be saved."

"Oh, forget it till next week," said th