'Good morning, Karl Ivánovich,' he said; 'what about my watch?'
'It's ready—quite ready.'
'And goes well?'
'Goes perfectly. There was just one screw wanting, and I've put it in. That was the whole matter.'
The telegraph director opened the inner lid of the watch and looked at our Screw; then he shut the lid again and put the chronometer into his waistcoat pocket. It ticked bravely, and the little blue steel Screw sat in his hole, saying to himself joyfully: 'And I, too, am of use!'
THE DREAM
