It is in some sort a race against time, so your purgatory won't endure too long.' I was bound to obey, and she knew it, for she took my willingness for granted.
From a little gold satchel she selected a tiny box, and opening it extracted a thing like a purple wafer with a white St Andrew's Cross on it.
'What kind of watch have you?
Ah, a hunter.

Paste that inside the lid.
Some day you may be called on to show it ...

One other thing.

Buy tomorrow a copy of the _Pilgrim's Progress_ and get it by heart.

You will receive letters and messages some day and the style of our friends is apt to be reminiscent of John Bunyan ...