As the dust slowly subsided, Mercy saw standing far back in the corner, where the bales of leather had hidden it, an old-fashioned clock, so like her own that she gave a low cry of surprise.
"Oh, is that the clock you meant, Mr.Wheeler ?" she exclaimed.
"Yes, yes, that's it.

Nice old clock.

Took it for debt.

Cost me more'n 't's wuth.

As fur that matter, 'tain't wuth nothin' to me.