“The sun and moon moving.”
“Massy! Where, Liddy?”
“On the face of the clock. Something is in there. That clock comes to life sometimes,” she added, going out.
All eyes were turned toward the clock. Knives, forks, and spoons were laid down, clicking on the many dishes.
The top of the clock, which was uncovered, seemed animated. Some said that they could see it move, others that the supposed movement was merely a matter of the imagination.
Liddy came into the room again with more dishes.
“I think,” said she, “that the clock-case is haunted.”
“Pshaw, Liddy!” said the farmer. “And what makes you say that? Who is it that would haunt that old eight-day clock?”
“One of the Britishers who was shot by a bullet made from the lead weights. That’s my way of thinking. I’ve known about it for a long time.”