arm. "Here, this drawer is arranged now. Don't you want to carry it
into Papa's room and put it back into the table? Your hands are
stronger than Elsie's."

Dorry looked gratified. When he came back the clock was just beginning
to strike.

"There!" he exclaimed; "that's splendid, isn't it?"

But alas! the clock did not stop at eleven. It went on--Twelve,
Thirteen, Fourteen, Fifteen, Sixteen!

"Dear me!" said Clover, "what does all this mean? It must be day after
to-morrow, at least."

Dorry stared with open mouth at the clock, which was still striking
as though it would split its sides. Elsie, screaming with laughter,
kept count.

"Thirty, Thirty-one--Oh, Dorry! Thirty-two! Thirty-three! Thirty-four!"

"You've bewitched it, Dorry!" said Katy, as much entertained as the
rest.

Then they all began counting. Dorry seized the clock--shook it, slapped
it, turned it upside-down. But still the sharp, vibrating sounds
continued, as if the clock, having got its own way for once, meant to go
on till it was tired out. At last, at the one-hundred-and-thirtieth
stroke, it suddenly ceased; and Dorry, with a red, amazed countenance,
faced the laughing company.