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It was usually when some particularly delightful reverie occupied his mind that his face took on that especial expression. The lad wondered what he was thinking about this time. "Say, Mr. McPhearson, I wish you would tell me how clocks got to America," demanded Christopher when he and the old Scotchman were next together. "Of course the Pilgrim Fathers couldn't have brought them all."
In fact most of Terry's inspirations were thanklessly snatched up by his contemporaries, for in all his years of work he took out only one patent." A protest escaped Christopher's lips. "Patents were held in no very high esteem in those days," continued McPhearson. "People did not regard them in the light we do now.
Then when he had conquered his amazement sufficiently to speak he gasped: "I'm afraid there are still facts that McPhearson will have to teach you before you can follow his trade." "No doubt there are a few," returned Christopher audaciously. "This matter of jeweled watches is one. How did it happen you never asked him why precious stones were set in the works of a watch?" "I thought I knew why."
If he began to whisper his suspicious to McPhearson, the thief might overhear and, put on his guard, leave the vehicle; and should he call the conductor to his aid, the man would in all probability be unwilling to believe such a tale and refuse to act. Moreover, perhaps he had no authority to do so anyway. Poor Christopher!
But it never has been possible. The expense " "It is going to be possible now," cut in Mr. Burton, smiling. "That is, if you are willing to take Christopher along." "Nothing would please me better," ejaculated the watchmaker. "He is a fine lad. This year I have come to " "We know you have, Mr. McPhearson," asserted Mrs. Burton softly. "Your kindness to our boy has proved that.
Two hundred years or more isn't a bad record for a clock." "Two hundred years!" gasped Christopher involuntarily. McPhearson peeped up over his microscope. "This is Mr. Burton's son, McPhearson," put in Bailey. "I know, I know. I've seen him round here ever since he could toddle. Good morning, youngster. So you've come to explore the repairing department, have you?"
So genuine was the regret in the clockmaker's tone that Christopher hastened to add: "Oh, it's all right, Mr. McPhearson. Please don't think of it again. I oughtn't to have mentioned it. It doesn't really matter, you know." Still his companion was not satisfied. "We might go back," suggested he. "No, no! It will make you late at the store.
"Maybe he didn't know how to make a brass eagle and couldn't find anybody who did," suggested Christopher. "Possibly. To make an eagle would be quite an undertaking if you didn't know just how to set about it," acquiesced McPhearson. "At any rate Simon let eagles alone.
"They didn't seem to think so downstairs," was the clockmaker's laconic retort. "Oh, I didn't do much of anything, honest I didn't, Mr. McPhearson. I just happened along at the right time or, perhaps at the wrong," explained the boy with an embarrassed laugh.
The time a pendulum takes to vibrate always depends on its length that is, the distance between the center of suspension and the center of gravity of the bob." McPhearson paused to hold to the light a small brass pivot he was filing. "Just here," continued he, "we stumble upon still another of the multiple tribulations of the clockmaker.
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