I was in despair, and already was nearly swooning from weakness.
He had shut the drawer, and his hand was still on the knob, when all of a sudden he exclaimed,-- "By the way, I must wind it up, or it'll stop!" With what joy and relief I saw the drawer again opened, and felt myself taken out and wound up! Instantly new life seemed to infuse itself through my frame; my circulation revived, my nerves were strung again, and my drooping heart resumed its usual healthy throb.

Little did my master think of the difference this winding up made to my health and comfort.
"Now you're happy!" said the chain, as we found ourselves once more in the drawer.
"Yes; I'm all right now, I'm glad to say," said I.

"What's going to happen to us to-morrow ?" I asked presently.
"We're going to be given to the boy, and he's going to school;" so the silver chain told me.

"Nice time we shall have of it, I expect." After that he went to sleep, and I fell to counting the seconds, and wondering what sort of life I was destined to lead.
About an hour after I heard two voices talking in the room.
"Well," said one, and I recognised it at once as my master's, "the packing's all finished at last." "Ah, Charles," said the other, and it seemed to be a woman's voice speaking amid tears, "I never thought it would be so hard to part with him." "Tut, tut!" said the first, "you mustn't give way, Mary.

You women are so ready to break down.