As the people began to disperse and the church bell ceased tolling, Dormy turned to another bell at his elbow, and set it ringing to call the Royal Court together. Sharp, mirthless, and acrid it rang:
Chicane—chicane! Chicane—chicane! Chicane—chicane!
IN JERSEY-A YEAR LATER
CHAPTER XLVI
“What is that for?” asked the child, pointing. Detricand put the watch to the child’s ear. “It’s to keep time. Listen. Do you hear it-tic-tic, tic-tic?”’
The child nodded his head gleefully, and his big eyes blinked with understanding. “Doesn’t it ever stop?” he asked.
“This watch never stops,” replied Detricand. “But there are plenty of watches that do.”
“I like watches,” said the child sententiously.