The clock never was wound.

It went so fast that it was useless as a timepiece.

Over it, however, hung a large and striking picture, a species of cheap photogravure, a lion lying in his cage, looking mildly at the spectator over his shoulder.

In front of the picture were real iron bars, with real straw tucked in behind them.
Ida sat down on the piano stool, twisting back and forth, leaning her elbows on the keys.
"All the folks have gone out to a whist-party, and I'm left all alone in the house with Maggie," she said.

Then she added: "Bessie and Bandy Ellis said they would come down to-night, and I thought we could all go downtown to the Tivoli or somewhere, in the open-air boxes, you know, way up at the top." Hardly had she spoken the words when Bessie and Ellis arrived.
Ida went upstairs to get on her hat at once, because it was so late, and Bessie went with her.
Ellis and Vandover laughed as soon as they saw each other, and Ellis exclaimed mockingly, "Ye-e-ow, thash jush way I feel." Vandover grinned: "That's so," he answered.