"It's very queer," he said, "but I'm sure it's not because of anything I
did. I can fix it, though, if you'll let me try again. May I, Katy? I'll
promise not to hurt it."

For a moment Katy hesitated. Clover pulled her sleeve, and
whispered, "Don't!" Then seeing the mortification on Dorry's face,
she made up her mind.

"Yes! take it, Dorry. I'm sure you'll be careful. But if I were you, I'd
carry it down to Wetherell's first of all, and talk it over with them.
Together you could hit on just the right thing. Don't you think so?"

"Perhaps," said Dorry; "yes, I think I will." Then he departed with the
clock under his arm, while Clover called after him teasingly, "Lunch at
132 o'clock; don't forget!"

"No, I won't!" said Dorry. Two years before he would not have borne to
be laughed at so good-naturedly.

"How could you let him take your clock again?" said Clover, as soon as
the door was shut. "He'll spoil it. And you think so much of it."

"I thought he would feel mortified if I didn't let him try," replied
Katy, quietly, "I don't believe he'll hurt it. Wetherell's man likes
Dorry, and he'll show him what to do."

"You were real good to do it," responded Clover; "but if it had been
mine I don't think I could."