14 THE HISTORY OF A NUT-CRACKER.

with his eye glittering like a carbuncle, and his wig laid upon
the floor, he drew from his pocket a number of little tools-
which he had made himself, and the proper use of which he
alone knew. Choosing the most pointed one, he plunged it
into the very midst of the works, to the great alarm of little
Mary, who could not believe that the poor clock did not suffer
bia, from the operation. But in a short time,

when the old gentleman had touched
the works in various parts, and placed.
them again in their case, or on their
stand, or between the four pillars of the
_ time-piece, as the case might be, the
clock soon began to revive, to tick as
i loud as ever, and to strike with its shrill
clear voice at the proper time; a circum-
$= = = = stance that gave new life, as it were, to
‘the room itself, which. without it seemed a melancholy place.

Moreover, in compliance with the wishes of little Mary,
who was grieved to see the kitchen dog turning the spit,
Godfather Drosselmayer made a wooden dog, which, by
means of mechanism connected inside, turned the spit
without annoyance to itself wrk, who had done this
duty for three years, until he had become quite shaky all
over, was now able to lie down in peace in front of the
kitchen fire, and amuse himself by
watching the movements of his suc-
cessor.

Thus, after the judge, after the
judge’s wife, after Fritz, and after
Mary, the dog Turk was certainly
the next inmate of the house who had
most reason to love and respect God-
father Drosselmayer. Turk wasindeed
grateful, and showed his joy, when-
ever Drosselmayer drew near the |),
house, by leaping up against the front =~