one-hundred-and-thirtieth

Updated: June 3, 2025

Dorry seized the clock shook it, slapped it, turned it upside-down. But still the sharp, vibrating sounds continued, as if the clock, having got its own way for once, meant to go on till it was tired out. At last, at the one-hundred-and-thirtieth stroke, it suddenly ceased; and Dorry, with a red, amazed countenance, faced the laughing company.

Susan Coolidge - What Katy Did