Mostly it's quite sociable, too; but sometimes, in rainy
weather, the tune changes and then it's like some poor soul in bed
and sobbing to itself. That's when the verse comes in:"
"'When the house do sigh and weep
And the world is drowned in sleep,
Yet my eyes the watch do keep,
Sweet Spirit, comfort me!'"
"And then the clock's ticking is a wonderful comfort. _Tick-tack,
tick-tack!_ and I think of you stretched asleep and happy and growing
up to be a man, and the minutes running and trickling away to my
deliverance--"
"Granny!"
"My dear, I'm as well off as most; but that isn't saying I shan't be
glad to go and take the pain in my joints to a better land.
Before we came here, in militia-time, I used to lie and listen for
the buglers, but now I've only the clock. No more bugles for me, I
reckon, till I hear them blown across Jordan."
Taffy remembered how he too had lain and listened to the bugles; and
with that he saw his childhood, as it were a small round globe set
within a far larger one and wrapped around with other folks'
thoughts. He kissed his grandmother and went away wondering; and as
he lay down that night it still seemed wonderful to him that she
should have heard those bugles, and more wonderful, that night after
night for years she should have been thinking of him while he slept,
and he never have guessed it.
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