. King Time; or The mystical land of the hours, a fantasy . 226. 227 THE CLOCK STRIKES EIGHT What are they going to do? asked the little boy,in great surprise, of the imp who stood nearest him. Do ! answered the imp. Why, were going hometo Snooze ! Hurrah ! Hurrah ! Hurrah ! Hu-u-rra-ah ! yawned several otherimps, throwing their night-caps into the air. TheKing has the land, but we have the reason ! Hurrah !Hurrah ! And in less than a minute the camp was allbustle and confusion. But the little boy did not wait. He had seen enoughprecious moments wasted already, arid he stalked outof the camp a
. King Time; or The mystical land of the hours, a fantasy . 226. 227 THE CLOCK STRIKES EIGHT What are they going to do? asked the little boy,in great surprise, of the imp who stood nearest him. Do ! answered the imp. Why, were going hometo Snooze ! Hurrah ! Hurrah ! Hurrah ! Hu-u-rra-ah ! yawned several otherimps, throwing their night-caps into the air. TheKing has the land, but we have the reason ! Hurrah !Hurrah ! And in less than a minute the camp was allbustle and confusion. But the little boy did not wait. He had seen enoughprecious moments wasted already, arid he stalked outof the camp and bent his steps toward the capital was old enough to know that people who put thingsoff from day to day end by never doing them at all. And I suppose, thought he, that it is the same withimps that have once been hours in the world; it is thesame everywhere. He was beginning to see now howfoolish it is to endeavour to get the best of old FatherTime, and he wondered as he went along why so manysensible people really try to do it. : I shall tell the Kin
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