. King Time; or The mystical land of the hours, a fantasy . our hands, surrounding the fairypark, were in the form of tremendous clock keys, andthe gate, itself, which was of solid gold, was enamelledwith thirty-one numbers in little squares, so as to presentthe appearance of an enormous monthly page fromsome giant calendar. As they drew nearer to the beauti-ful park, the little boy could see more distinctly thegorgeous marble clock edifice which stood towering inthe centre, and which was approached by a beautifulpath of fine, red hour-glass sand, bordered with centuryplants. All through this
. King Time; or The mystical land of the hours, a fantasy . our hands, surrounding the fairypark, were in the form of tremendous clock keys, andthe gate, itself, which was of solid gold, was enamelledwith thirty-one numbers in little squares, so as to presentthe appearance of an enormous monthly page fromsome giant calendar. As they drew nearer to the beauti-ful park, the little boy could see more distinctly thegorgeous marble clock edifice which stood towering inthe centre, and which was approached by a beautifulpath of fine, red hour-glass sand, bordered with centuryplants. All through this fairy park stood bronzestatues here and there, similar in design to those orna-ments which are often seen on large clocks, and on theenormous marble edifice itself stood a huge hour-glass,of glittering gold. As the party drew still nearer, thelittle boy could see that there was no face in the clock, 176 KING TIME but that the largeopening was usedfor the main door-way and was ap-proached by aseries of wide,marble steps. They pickedtheir waythe p i ecrusts. and soon passed through the gateway of the parkwhere the little boy noticed several soldier-imps, of thefamous National Guard, each one armed with a goldentable spoon, just as Mr. Three Oclock had describedthem in his hilarious song. Why do they carry table spoons ? whispered thelittle boy. 177 KING TIME Sh! to eat the enemy with, replied Mr. ThreeOclock. This explanation would have seemed very queer tothe little boy a while before, but now it did not appearin the least strange. The more he breathed of the fra-grant air, the more perfectly natural did everythingabout him seem to be. They made their way through the fairy park un-molested, and ascended the steps of the great marbleclock. There was no doubt at all in the little fellowsmind that this was the royal palace, and such indeed itwas. He felt a little nervous at the thought that he wasactually going to meet Father Time face to face, andhad some misgiving lest the mighty
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