. King Time; or The mystical land of the hours, a fantasy . om each other. I suppose I will have to begin right here at the pal-ace, said he, and go round and round and round andround until I come to the gate, and there may be milesand miles before I get to it! Its too bad, but theresno help for it. I suppose theyve been winding up thecity on account of the war. This, indeed, seemed the only way to get out exceptto take a short cut by climbing over no end offences and running the risk of being stopped bythe jiffies who were sitting here and there onthe minute hand posts or swinging on thechain
. King Time; or The mystical land of the hours, a fantasy . om each other. I suppose I will have to begin right here at the pal-ace, said he, and go round and round and round andround until I come to the gate, and there may be milesand miles before I get to it! Its too bad, but theresno help for it. I suppose theyve been winding up thecity on account of the war. This, indeed, seemed the only way to get out exceptto take a short cut by climbing over no end offences and running the risk of being stopped bythe jiffies who were sitting here and there onthe minute hand posts or swinging on thechain. So he stepped into the road and beganto run as fast as he could, inscribing awider circle each time he went around, and get-ting farther and farther away from the palacein the centre all the time. Oh, dear, how dizzy I am getting ! said he,after he had run around several times. I canhardly see where I am going. I feel like a top !: How do you know how a top feels ? called one ofthe jiffies, as he passed. * Step lively, please, and donttalk so much ! 196. KING TIME After a time, the little fellow, quite giddy, began toslacken his speed a little, for he felt that he could notgo on at that rate. Step lively, please! said a jiffy, as the little boywent past, and the poor little fellow started in againwith all his might and main. If they wind this road up any tighter, said he,breathing heavily, Ill be squeezed to death, and - * Step lively, please! called a jiffy, and the poorlittle fellow, panting for breath, started around again atfull speed. I simply cant keep this up, he said to himself,finally. ; I shall have to go slower; I dont believeIm half way to the gate, and I think there must beenough of this road - Step lively, please! called another jiffy, and thepoor little fellow started and hastened on. He was nowso dizzy that he could hardly stand up, but he ran alongand round and round and round as fast as his little legswould carry him. As he looked across the road, hecould se
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