. King Time; or The mystical land of the hours, a fantasy . ntered the palace of the king. * Step lively, please, said a guard who stood in thespacious hall. Is he an hour that saw a policeman ? whisperedthe little boy to Mr. Three Oclock. I dont know who he is or what he saw, but hesounds like a car conductor, doesnt he ? answeredhis friend. They walked along the hall until they reached anopen door leading into a beautifully decorated roomwith a throne, where a large crowd of hours wasstanding. They entered and the little boy be-came interested in reading the badges of thevarious Hour-Imps. T
. King Time; or The mystical land of the hours, a fantasy . ntered the palace of the king. * Step lively, please, said a guard who stood in thespacious hall. Is he an hour that saw a policeman ? whisperedthe little boy to Mr. Three Oclock. I dont know who he is or what he saw, but hesounds like a car conductor, doesnt he ? answeredhis friend. They walked along the hall until they reached anopen door leading into a beautifully decorated roomwith a throne, where a large crowd of hours wasstanding. They entered and the little boy be-came interested in reading the badges of thevarious Hour-Imps. They seemed to bear allthe famous dates of history, though he recog-nized only a very few. Some of thembore the letters B. C. and, of course,the little fellow knew that the wearerof these badges had actually seen thingswhich took place before the time whenChrist lived. They had scarcely been in theroom a minute when the little boy noticedthat all eyes were upon him. Then some oneasked him who he was. 1 am a little boy from the Earth — but that is all 179.
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