The Doctor smiled, as he spoke: “A man intelligent enough to make that dial can, at least, care for my stable and horses.... Fritz, would you like to work for me? I have some splendid horses and I pay well for their care.”
“I will go gladly,” said Fritz; “when do you want me?”
“To-morrow,”
“May I go, Mr. Floyd?”
“On one condition,” I said.
“What is it?”
“You must give the Colony your sun-dial.”
“It is nothing, but you may have it if you like.”
The next day Fritz was given a good suit of clothes, a collar and tie.