Before he had time to devise any
new mischief, Mrs. Frost came to the head of the stairs and
called Frank.
Frank laid aside his books, and presented himself at the foot of
the stairs.
"I should like your help a few minutes. Can you leave your
studies?"
"Certainly, mother."
Before going up, he cautioned Pomp to study quietly, and not get
into any mischief while he was gone. Pomp promised very readily.
Frank had hardly got upstairs before his pupil rose from the
cricket, and began to look attentively about him. His first
proceeding was to, hide his primer carefully in Mrs. Frost's
work-basket, which lay on the table. Then, looking curiously
about him, his attention was drawn to the old-fashioned clock
that stood in the corner.
Now, Pomp's curiosity had been strongly excited by this clock. It
was not quite clear to him how the striking part was effected.
Here seemed to be a favorable opportunity for instituting an
investigation. Pomp drew his cricket to, the clock, and, opening
it, tried to reach up to the face.
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