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Rhinehart, Hollings, McPhearson, and even the old colored elevator man, who every day had carried him up and down. Mr. Norcross also stole in from his office and so did the prim Miss Elkins. Then, to the boy's astonishment, Mr. Rhinehart stepped forward and began a little speech.
Then, too, it isn't always possible to find people who understand repairing such old fellows," McPhearson explained modestly. "As I said, they have to be taken as special cases and no end of thought put into them. More clocks are ruined by ignorant doctoring than by anything else. This one, thank goodness, has evidently always had intelligent care; if it hadn't it would not be ticking now."
McPhearson had no chance to forget his promise even had he been so minded, for promptly the next morning, almost before his tools were laid out on his bench, Christopher presented himself, announcing with a mischievous smile: "To-day, you know, you are going to tell me the clock history of Massachusetts."
Here assembled the watch, whose duty it was to patrol the town and blow a horn for the changing of the guard; here, too, was stationed the officer whose duty it was at stated hours to refill the clepsydra." "Oh, I suppose the darn thing froze that probably was the next obstacle," grinned Christopher. "It was," nodded McPhearson.
"I asked Dad last night why he didn't have a Willard clock here in the store instead of the one we've got," confided Christopher to McPhearson the next morning, "and he was quite sore about it.
You and Columbus are not the only ones," asserted McPhearson, with dancing eyes. "This Christopher Sower, now, could turn not alone his hand but his well-trained brain in a variety of worthy directions. To begin with, before he settled in Germantown he had taken a doctor's degree in an Old World medical university.
He may have another dinner or a meeting of some sort that will keep him in town." "I wish he would," exclaimed Christopher heartily. They were sitting together at the repairing bench, the clockmaker busy with an old chronometer. "That's a new variety of puzzle, isn't it?" commented the boy, motioning toward it. "Oh, I tinker a chronometer once in a while," McPhearson answered.
"I don't get them often, though." "What on earth are they for?" "You don't know?" The Scotchman raised his brows with surprise. "Not really. I associate them vaguely with the sea and ships." "So far, so good," granted the elder man. "But the trouble is that's as far as I can go," Christopher said. "Bless me!" ejaculated McPhearson.
I'll have to hunt them up and and dust them first," concluded he with an impish grimace. "I certainly should insist they be handed over in good condition," asserted McPhearson. "That would be only fair since what I give you in return is new and up to date. This clock on the insurance building is one of the most unique timepieces yet made.
And for that reason not only the reputation of the clock itself but that of its maker was at stake. Moreover, since the height at which the dial was to be set was so great, every part of the timepiece had to be of mammoth size." "Of course it had," agreed Christopher. "I had almost forgotten that." "A pretty gigantic project it was for a clockmaker, I can tell you," went on McPhearson.
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