Mary heard the rush of its departing life, as the wheels went whirring, and the hands circled rapidly.
They stopped motionless.

She looked up in her father's face with a smile.

He was looking concerned.
"I am very sorry, Mary," he said; "but, if it is past repair, I will get you another .-- You don't seem to mind it much!" he added, and smiled himself.
"Why should I, father dear ?" she replied.

"When one's father breaks one's watch, what is there to say but 'I am very glad it was you did it'?
I shall like the little thing the better for it." He kissed her on the forehead.
"My child, say that to your Father in heaven, when he breaks something for you.

He will do it from love, not from blundering.