. King Time; or The mystical land of the hours, a fantasy . am not whatyou think I am - -1 have a past! Have you it with you ? asked the ContinentalImp. Suppose you let us see it, said the host. Tell us all about it, said the little boy, soothingly, and then you will feel better. Maybe you are not asbad as you think you are. Tell us, anyway. I suppose I might as well, sighed poor little Oclock, for Father Times secretary, OldCalendar, will only find it out when I apply for my datebadge, and the whole thing will be made public. Theyhave a great system; they say the red tape in the gove
. King Time; or The mystical land of the hours, a fantasy . am not whatyou think I am - -1 have a past! Have you it with you ? asked the ContinentalImp. Suppose you let us see it, said the host. Tell us all about it, said the little boy, soothingly, and then you will feel better. Maybe you are not asbad as you think you are. Tell us, anyway. I suppose I might as well, sighed poor little Oclock, for Father Times secretary, OldCalendar, will only find it out when I apply for my datebadge, and the whole thing will be made public. Theyhave a great system; they say the red tape in the govern-ment offices is longer and more tangled than the Wol-lerps neck ! Try not to think ill of me, and as we walkalong Ill tell you my sad tale. They all looked very grave as they paced along insilence and waited for the culprit to begin. The poorlittle imp who had recently danced and laughed sohappily experienced a great deal of difficulty in startingand several times began with, Twas in a little dis- 103 KING TIME 0. Calendar is duly appoinKdnry secretary. h trict- and had to break offagain. Finally he succeededin conquering his feelings, and told the fol-lowing extraordinary tale: Twas in a little district school,Which I remember well;A hundred restless little boysWTere waiting for the bell. Twas just about a year ago This awful thing befell! The scene was in a country town;The teacher, she was lacked an hour of closing time,And tasks were nearly through. And high upon the schoolroom wallThe clock was striking KING TIME ! Two hundred eyes were on that clockTo watch the minutes flee;One hundred weary little boysWere waiting there for me; For, in pursuance of the rule, They always closed at Three. : Before me, in the old round clock,Dragged out the hour Two -The slowest hour in all the day,As every urchin knew. The tempter whispered in my ear,* Ill tell you what you do! I listened to his wicked voice,And sought the hand at had no business to go outTill Two O
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