. King Time; or The mystical land of the hours, a fantasy . 7 KING TIME ear, that it is just a little — well, just a little bit crazy,you know; but, of course, I may be mistaken. I wishI had my flower! Crazy? said the host. But wait! There goesan imp up the ladder again! See there, hes crossingout that first line. It was a mistake, after all! Nowsee what he puts in its place. You see, said the little boy, as he watched theImp on the ladder, drawing a line through the firstannouncement. * I knew it must be wrong. Nowhes going to correct it, and it will be sensible. Wait! said Mr. Three Oclock.
. King Time; or The mystical land of the hours, a fantasy . 7 KING TIME ear, that it is just a little — well, just a little bit crazy,you know; but, of course, I may be mistaken. I wishI had my flower! Crazy? said the host. But wait! There goesan imp up the ladder again! See there, hes crossingout that first line. It was a mistake, after all! Nowsee what he puts in its place. You see, said the little boy, as he watched theImp on the ladder, drawing a line through the firstannouncement. * I knew it must be wrong. Nowhes going to correct it, and it will be sensible. Wait! said Mr. Three Oclock. Watch! said several others. See there! said the little boy. * He has putsomething in place of it. Now it will be all right. Willyou read it, Mr. Host, please ? The dextrous little imp came down the ladder anddisappeared into the Errorgraph Office in the station,and the host read aloud: ! ! ! BULLETIN ! ! ! QUEFN QUEEN RACE 5 FOR A BITE INSTEAD That is crazy ! said the little boy. Its perfectly crazy and I know itis. The Queen wouldnt--shecouldnt - 118 a. KING TIME She couldnt and she wouldnt and she didnt ! laughed the Continental Imp. * She buttoned the didnts to the — Oh, see there ! called Mr. Three Oclock. Hes coming out to changeit again, maybe. There he goes up the ladder ! Good, said the little boy. Hell get it rightat last. The little bulletin imp came dancing down theladder and the little boy, with a merry, hopeful face,turned to his good friend, the host, and said: Now hes fixed it so that its all right. Would youmind reading it just this once more ? So the host read, in a loud and very serious voice : ! ! ! BULLETIN ! ! ! QUfEAf BRACES foR A FICHU BfD! This was too much for the poor littleboy. His hand went unconsciously tohis buttonhole in one last desperatehope of finding his precious flower, andthen, with a piercing shriek and a longgasp, he reeled and fell fainting to theground, his hat blowing off and land-ing a foot or so from his outstretchedform, so that
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