“I don’t believe it’s the Judgment Day,” said Felix, “and I never have believed it. But oh, I wish that clock would strike two.”
“Can’t you tell us a story to pass the time?” I entreated the Story Girl.
She shook her head.
“No, it would be no use to try. But if this isn’t the Judgment Day I’ll have a great one to tell of us being so scared.”
Pat presently came galloping up the orchard, carrying in his mouth a big field mouse, which, sitting down before us, he proceeded to devour, body and bones, afterwards licking his chops with great satisfaction.
“It can’t be the Judgment Day,” said Sara Ray, brightening up. “Paddy would never be eating mice if it was.”
“If that clock doesn’t soon strike two I shall go out of my seven senses,” declared Cecily with unusual vehemence.
“Time always seems long when you’re waiting,” said the Story Girl. “But it does seem as if we had been here more than an hour.”
“Maybe the clock struck and we didn’t hear it,” suggested Dan. “Somebody’d better go and see.”
“I’ll go,” said Cecily. “I suppose, even if anything happens, I’ll have time to get back to you.”