. King Time; or The mystical land of the hours, a fantasy . p- 173 KING TIME I was merely going to ask you, said the Continen-tal Imp, contemptuously, To bear me to some druggist shop,And tell them that I heard a wh— Stop! shrieked the little boy, stamping his foot. I will not! said the Imp. I am a ContinentalHour, and I believe in life, liberty, and saying what youplease. And tell them that I heard a wh- Stop! screamed the little boy again. And tell them that I heard a wh— Stop! - -isk broom was very good to get the custard offafter it is dry. There ! Now, you see, you were too hasty, said Mr
. King Time; or The mystical land of the hours, a fantasy . p- 173 KING TIME I was merely going to ask you, said the Continen-tal Imp, contemptuously, To bear me to some druggist shop,And tell them that I heard a wh— Stop! shrieked the little boy, stamping his foot. I will not! said the Imp. I am a ContinentalHour, and I believe in life, liberty, and saying what youplease. And tell them that I heard a wh- Stop! screamed the little boy again. And tell them that I heard a wh— Stop! - -isk broom was very good to get the custard offafter it is dry. There ! Now, you see, you were too hasty, said Mr. ThreeOclock to the little boy. Lets go away from here;well be surrounded by famous hours again if we dontlook out! So they made their way up the street, walking verycarefully on the edges of the crusts, and keeping clearof the custard. The boy wondered a little why theyused custard pies for paving the streets, and venturedto ask Mr. Three Oclock about it. Dont you like custard pies ? asked his friend, Certainly, said the little boy. 174 KING TIME ss. Well, then, answered hisfriend. What would you^^^l have them use ? Mince ? No, said the little boy,but — There isnt any but about admit yourself that custard piesare very nice. The little boy thought it would be of no use to pressthe argument, nor was it necessary, for soon he began tofeel that the beautiful, fragrant air was affecting himstrangely. It came up out of little registers here andthere in the streets, which looked like the open workcrust on cranberry pies, being all crisscrossed with nice,white pie crust. As they picked their \vay along, thelittle boy saw many strange things - - things which hecould not explain nor understand - - yet they did notseem queer to him now. He very soon became accus-tomed to the custard pie streets and thought they wrere 175 KING TIME splendid. He saw houses in the shapes of all sorts ofclocks, — hall clocks, alarm clocks, cuckoo clocks,mantel piece clocks, boudoir clocks, -
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