“No;” he said, “stupids like you want a good beating, and I would like to give you one, only I think it would be a waste of time to give you even that.”
“I did not know time had a waist,” said the boy. “I thought it was only people.”
“You thickhead,” said Guy, and walked off.
“What funny words he uses,” said the boy “I wonder where he comes from? But, oh dear; I have no time to think.”
Almost at the end of the passage Guy came to a large eight-day clock; he stood and gazed at it with surprise; and well he might. For the clock was fixed upon a long stick; in the centre of the clock the eyes and lips moved as if it was alive. Outside the face it had figures all round, in order to tell the time of day. The arms and hands protruded from the sides of the clock like numerous arms and hands; which gave it rather an odd look. The pendulum hung below, swinging backwards and forwards. Just as Guy was looking at him, the clock opened his mouth, rolled up his eyes, and began to sing—
Tick, tick, I’m a clock upon a stick;
Never on a shelf I’ll stay;
But in this no-time-land
Upon a stick I’ll stand,
And my pendulum will wag all day.