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91‘ THE TWINS
BY OLIVE ROBERTS BARTON
N0. 3—THE .GRANDFATHER CLOCK
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Tick ’i‘ock gathered up his key grandfather clock stood on the floor.
and oil-con and bellows and motion- his hands drooping llstlessly. Not 5
ed for the Twins to follow. sound was he making.
“1 how to do a lot of clock mend- Suddenly he woke up and started
in: tonight all over the world."said to tick furiously. "\Vllo‘s there?"
he. "We shall have to be moving. he, said lioarsely. "Is that another
The next place we must go is to the pesky mouse?"
house where an old grandfather “No, no, Grandeddy. it's only me." I
clock lives. He is quite a. pet of the said Tick Tock quickly. “We have
family. but. like a lot of old people. come to fix you up.”
is crochetey and cantankerous and "0h" said the old clock in a. re-
nobody can do anything with him iieved tone. "I do need a tonic. I
but me. Come on. kiddies.” guess. I‘m all run down. The peo-
0 nm Estimate ‘ I?
atmoomo—vu :
"1M. MinL‘Si
It was very dark by this time ex-
cept for a. baby moon and the store.
But with magic shoes it. is no trouble
to find one's way anywhere.
so as Tick Took, the little clock
fairy. trotted ahead. the Twins tol-
lowed. Nancy carrying the big key
and Nick the oil-can which Tick
Tock had trusted to their care.
They' went on and on. and by and
by they came to a big stone house
set in a. grove of trees.
“Sh!" whispered Tick Tock. “I
think they are having a party as
there is music and so much light.
But the old clock is in a back hall
so they won't know the difference.
We’ll go in by the study window. It.
too. will be empty tonight."
Soon the three of them were inside
the big house. tiptoelng softly
through a. room lined with book-
shelves on all sides.
Tick Toch opened a. door into a
dimly-lit back hall and beckoned the
children to follow.
“He's asleep." he whispered point-
ing to a dark corner where an old
pie here are kind but thoydon't un-
derstand me. Times are not like
they used to he and people have lost
the art of patience. I remember well
when I was being made that the
man who made me look days and
days on one wheel alone. You don‘t
find patience like that ony more."
“Tut. tut. Grandaddy," said Tick
Tock. climbing up and sitting onthe
old clock‘s wooden bonnet. “You
mustn't get sour. It never does any
good.- Besides. I am here. and I am
going to fix you up like new. A
little oil and a good dusting out with
my bellows. a tightened screw hers
and there. and your Weights wound
up snugly on their spools. That's
all you need." .
“My. my" sighed the old clock.
"I feel better already.” And his old
face. with the moon painted on his
forehead. became bright with happi-
"858.
"That oil loosens up all my rheu-
matic Joints. Tick—tack. lick-took!
I certainly feel better!"
(To Be Continued.)
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