"Spunk was kind of born in us, as you might say.

And even now we're--" The Atkins tower clock boomed once--a solemn, dignified stroke.

Mr.
Tidditt and his companion started and looked at each other.
"Godfrey scissors!" gasped Asaph.

"Is that half past twelve ?" Mr.Bangs pulled a big worn silver watch from his pocket and glanced at the dial.
"It is!" he moaned.

"As sure's you're born, it is! We've kept Ketury's dinner waitin' twenty minutes.