HICKORY DOCK
HIS is the story of Hickory Dock, and of a Man and a Girl who trifled with Time.
Hickory Dock was a clock, and, of course, the Man, being a man, called it a clock, but the Girl, being a girl, called it a Hickory Dock for no more legitimate reason than that once upon a time
"Hickory, Dickory, Dock,
A Mouse ran up the Clock."
—Girls are funny things.
The Man and the Girl were very busy collecting a Home—in one room. They were just as poor as Art and Music could make them, but poverty does not matter much to lovers. The Man had collected the Girl, a wee diamond ring, a big Morris chair, two or three green and rose rugs, a shiny chafing-dish, and various incidentals. The Girl was no less discriminating. She had accumulated the Man, a Bagdad couch-cover, half-a-dozen pictures, a huge gilt mirror, three or four bits of fine china and sil-
Used by permission of Lippincott's Magazine.
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