“Dear me,” said Guy; “I’ve heard something like that before; but it sounds all wrong?”
“Everything is wrong in this land,” said the clock.
“How is that?” asked Guy.
“No time,” said the clock.
“Did you ever study?” again asked Guy.
“Study?” questioned the clock, in a tone of surprise. “I have heard of a person being in a brown study, if that is what you mean.”
“No, no! Study the time,” said Guy. “If you studied time you might manage to get along better, you know.”
“Oh! I get along alright,” said the clock; “only if there is no time, how can you study it?” He gave such a loud tick, and pulled such a funny grimace that it frightened Guy, so he began to run; and, as he turned the corner, seeing no one was after him, he stopped to take breath, and there right in front of him was a large open piece of ground, in the centre of which was a summer house, and roads branching all ways from it, and sign-posts saying where each road led to.
