The Runaway Watch. Tale

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ful beach,” she exclaimed, and indeed it was,
being very long, and with hard, firm sand, which
was almost as white as snow. The waves were
rolling up very gently,—ah, it was all unlike any-
thing that Lucy had ever seen before, and very,
very beautiful. She took out her watch and look-
ing at it, found that she had two hours before
luncheon to remain in this enchanting place.

And now, while she is holding the watch in
her hand I must describe it to you, for this story
is really not about Lucy at all, but about her
watch. In the first place, one glance at his fine
open face, would show anyone what a thoroughly
good watch he was. He was always “up to
time,’ and was therefore very successful as a
business watch. He employed several hands, but
as he always kept them steadily at work, he never
had a strike. He was a repeater, but zo¢ a gossip,
and, in fact, required considerable pressing before
he would consent to speak at all.

When Lucy took her watch out, and it heard
the roar of the ocean, it was so astonished that it
actually stopped short. Like Lucy, this was its

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