"Sister Grizzel must give you some medicine.

I wonder what would be the best.
Tansy tea is an excellent thing when one has taken cold, or----" But the rest of Miss Tabitha's sentence was never heard, for at this moment Miss Grizzel came hurriedly into the room--her cap awry, her shawl disarranged, her face very pale.

I hardly think any one had ever seen her so discomposed before.
"Sister Tabitha!" she exclaimed, "what can be going to happen?
The cuckoo clock has stopped." "The cuckoo clock has stopped!" repeated Miss Tabitha, holding up her hands; "_im_possible!" "But it has, or rather I should say--dear me, I am so upset I cannot explain myself--the _cuckoo_ has stopped.

The clock is going on, but the cuckoo has not told the hours, and Dorcas is of opinion that he left off doing so yesterday.

What can be going to happen?
What shall we do ?" "What can we do ?" said Miss Tabitha.