Others were of opinion that the best way would be for me to go and fetch the market clock with me.
Mr Evans, however, decided that my talents were not equal to the task of bringing the time in any shape or form, and that the best thing I could do was to sit down and lick up envelopes.

Which I accordingly did, feeling rather small.

I cut my tongue and spoiled my appetite over the operation, and was heartily glad when, after a couple of hours, Mr Evans said-- "Master Tommy, we're going to lunch.

You've had yours, so you can stop here, and keep shop till we return." "I have to go to Miss Bousfield's at 2:30," said I.
"To go where ?" they all inquired.

And as I blushed very red, and tried to explain myself away, they made a great deal out of my unlucky admission.
"You're young for that sort of thing," said one.