HICKORY DOCK
caught her up in his arms and carried her back to her open bed and tucked her in like a child while she clung to his neck laughing and sobbing and crying as though her brain was turned. He smoothed her hair, he kissed her eyes, he rubbed his rough cheek confidently against her soft one, and finally, when her convulsive tremors quieted a little, he reached down into his great overcoat pocket and took out poor, battered, mutilated Hickory Dock.
"I found him down in the Janitor's office just now," he explained, and his mouth twitched just the merest trifle at the corners.
"Don't smile," said the Girl, sitting up suddenly very straight and stiff. "Don't smile till you know the whole truth. I broke Hickory Dock. I threw him purposely four stories down into the brick alley!"
The Man began to examine Hickory Dock very carefully.
"I should judge that it was a brick alley," he remarked with an odd twist of his lips, as he tossed the shattered little clock over to the burlap-covered armchair.
Then he took the Girl very quietly and tenderly in his arms again, and gazed down into her eyes with a look that was new to him.
"Rosalie," he whispered, "I will mend Hickory
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