LOST Philip went to sleep, and dreamed that he was at home again and that Helen had come to his bedside to call him, leading a white pony that was to be his very own.

It was a pony that looked clever enough for anything, and he was not surprised when it shook hands with him; but when it said, 'Well, we must be moving,' and began to try to put on Philip's shoes and stockings, Philip called out, 'Here, I say, stop that,' and awoke to a room full of sunshine, but empty of ponies.
'Oh, well,' said Philip, 'I suppose I'd better get up.' He looked at his new silver watch, one of Helen's parting presents, and saw that it marked ten o'clock.
'I say, you know,' said he to the watch, 'you can't be right.' And he shook it to encourage it to think over the matter.

But the watch still said 'ten' quite plainly and unmistakably.
Now the Grange breakfast time was at eight.

And Philip was certain he had not been called.
'This is jolly rum,' he remarked.

'It must be the watch.