It was long after the time I had generally been in the habit of being wound up; and I began to be afraid I was really going to be left to go to sleep.

That, by this time, I knew would be nothing short of a calamity.

I therefore gave a slight tug at my chain.
"What's the matter ?" it said, looking down.
"I've not been wound up." "I can't help that," said the chain.
"Can't you let him know somehow ?" I gasped, faintly.
"How can I?
He's busy packing up books." "Couldn't you catch yourself in his fingers or something?
I'm in a bad way." "I'll see," said the chain.
Presently I felt an awful tug at my neck, and I knew the chain had managed to entangle itself somehow with his fingers.
"Hullo!" I heard my master exclaim, "I mustn't smash Charlie's chain before I give it to him.

I'd better put it and the watch away in my drawer till the morning.

Heigho! it'll be a sad day for me to-morrow!" As he spoke he drew me from the pocket, and, disengaging the chain from his button-hole, he laid us both in a drawer and shut it up.