“Kill who?” cried Guy, running up to a small boy.
“Time, of course;” said the boy.
“But why kill him,” cried Guy. “What has he done?”
“You simpleton,” said the other, “have you never heard of ‘People killing time’ or ‘Murdering the time’?”
“Yes I have,” remarked Guy; “but instead of ‘Killing’ him, suppose you try and ‘Keep’ time my boy?” so saying, Guy stuck out his leg and tripped him up. Guy heard Mr. Time laugh and shout out—
Tick, tick, said the clock upon a stick,
“Pride will have a fall,” they say.
But Guy heard no more, for he had to run, as the little boy was chasing him. He ran and ran till he was nearly out of breath, and thought the boy would soon catch him, as he was gaining on him fast.
When he heard someone shaking him, and saying, “Guy, dear! Guy, wake up! the breakfast bell has rung, and you will be late for school.”