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NO.‘Vl—-TICK TOCK
ADVENTUlZES
0f THE TWINS
BY OLIVE ROBERTS BARTON
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There, looking down at [130m mus
"platen, Nancy," said Nick. “Tho
big clock is striking itw. \\'o 11ml
better go in and got cluannd up for
tea. We promised Motllor."
"The Mark is wrong." said Ntllh'y.
"I heard Daddy tall Mothm' that it
was five minutes first. No said mino-
thing must have gone wrong. for it
in the first time in ages and ugos
that the old clock hasn't kept the
right timo. So we hnvo i‘lvu minutos
to finish thesé mud pies and SN. them
to dry."
”I know what. is wromz with the
'old clock." said a new Volvo beside
them. "It is because my clock-fairy
has to much in do and can't got
around to all the placos he should
so."
There stood the Fairy Queen beside.
a big pink phlox. looking like a love-
ly blossom herself.
“Your clock-maker!" cried the
Twins together. for otttng their man-
nera in their surp so. .
"Yes." nodded her Royal High-
nela. "About the most useful of all
my fairy helpom. too. Tick. Tock is.
He keeps all the clocks in the world
in order—or— triea to. lie is a bus-
ier person than Mister Santa Claus
on Christmas Eve. Of course hr- has
helpers—hundreds or little clock
fairies who go about oiling and dust-
ing and tinkering. but he dnosn lot
himsélf. Would you like to go on an
adventure with him as ho truvols
avert the world? If on want in go.
I hove the magic groon shoes right
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mood ohoriiunt t-ltildron l allottld
Swish to give on this pleasure.
ilwilimo 1 shall lonw tho magic 8
ihositlo tho u-inmey moon in
room. Put them on and see \
huppons. Fairy time is: magic}
r—much van liuppvn in u. vary '9
whilr. You will ho hack home
zmloop long hoi‘orn morning."
At that. she viiNuppOai‘Nl.
But that owning, after i t
mother had kissorl them good-n
and fixed their windows for the
soft ulr to blow in. and then qu
riosnd the door as she went 0
two littlo fimu‘l‘s liOlleout oft?
tiny lmds and run ovor to the c
noy piano.
There, as: tho Fairy Queen
promisrd, wow the green shoes!
“Yuu'd better get drened be
on put mom on," saidnvolcet'
tlw mantel.
Thorn, looking down at them
a funny little falryman. in a
iiiSSf‘l-l‘ap. In one hand he on
an nil-ran, in anothor a. big key,
undor his arms he held a bell
’l‘hm-o was no doubt in the w
that it was Tick Tock.
Suridonly he laughod.
"Why you urn dressed alrou.
ho orim‘l. ‘.'And UlP magic 8
hnvo jumped onto our feet. A‘ lo
muglr- shoes here somewhere. I
say! But. come nlong. I'm onab
m-ss trip-—-not pleats-andIh
to got to work at once. Como do
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here.”
"We ought to go in to test" said
Nana dlowly.
stairs and I'll fix the big hall‘cl
first."
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