"Seems as if old Time was losing the use of his legs," said the Shepherd. "I wouldn't wonder if some one had run over him with an automobile."
"Everybody is trying to kill Time these days," ticked the clock with a merry chuckle.
Bob looked at the clock and laughed. "You've got some sense," he declared.
"Nonsense!" the clock answered.
"You can talk pretty well," said the boy.
"I can run too. If I couldn't, nobody would look at me."
"The more I look at you the more I think of Pauline. It's a long time since she went away," said the Shepherd. "We must all pray for her."
"Not I," said the little pine bureau. "Do you see that long scratch on my side? She did it with a hat pin when I belonged to her mother, and she used to keep her dolls in my lower drawer."