gills, I figure there must have been some great commotion somewhere last night.â
Grandpa stopped and picked up a piece of paper heâd been holding on his lap.
âI got a phone call a little earlier from the courthouse clerk. It seems they found a whole lot of fireâcracker paper somewhere in the City Hall this morning. Now that is a most peculiar place to find burnt firecracker paper. The clerk told me theyâre going to have to do quite a lot of repairs in City Hall. They donât say quitewhat it is they have to fix, but the bill is sizeable and I figure if we apportion it out to various homesteads in the town, it will come to about â¦â Here Grandpa put his glasses back on his fine big nose before continuing. â⦠$70.90 per homestead. Now, most of the people I know around here donât have that kind of money. In order to get it, the people in those homes will have to work quite a few days or maybe weeks or, who knows, months. Would you like to see the list of repairs that have to be done in City Hall, Doug? Iâve got it right here.â
âI donât think so,â said Doug.
âI think youâd better look and study, boy. Here goes.â He handed the piece of paper to Doug.
Doug stared at the list. His eyes were so fogged that he couldnât read it. The numbers were immense and they seemed to extend far into the future, not just weeks or months, but ohmigosh, years.
âDoug, I want you to do me a favor,â said Grandpa. âI want you to take this list and play the part of doctor. I want you to make a series of house calls when school lets out for the day. First of all, go over to your house and see how Tom is doing. Tell him that Grandpa wants him to buy a couple of Eskimo Pies and come over and eat them on the front porch with me this afternoon. Say that to Tom, Doug, and see if his face doesnât brighten up.â
âYes, sir,â said Doug.
âThen, later, I want you to go to all the other boysâ houses and see how your friends are doing. Afterward, come back and give me a report, because all those boys who are lying low need something to make them sit up in bed. Iâll be waiting for you. Does that seem fair to you?â
âYes, sir,â said Doug, and stood up. âGrandpa, can I say something?â
âWhatâs that, Doug?â
âYouâre pretty great, Grandpa.â
Grandpa mused over that for a few moments before saying, âNot great, Doug, just perceptive. Have you ever looked that word up in Websterâs Dictionary?â
âNo, sir.â
âWell, before you leave, open Mr Webster and see what he has to say.â
CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVEN
It was getting late and they were still up in the clock tower, nine boys working and cleaning out the firecracker dust and bits of burnt paper. It made a neat little pile outside the door.
It was a hot evening and all the boys were perspiring and talking under their breath and wishing they were somewhere else, almost wishing they were in school, which would be better than this.
When Doug looked out the clock tower window, he could see Grandpa standing down below, looking up, very quietly.
When Grandpa saw Doug looking down, he nodded at him and gave him the merest wave with the stub of his cigar.
Finally the last twilight was gone and full darkness descended and the janitor came in. There was lubricant to be put on the big cog and wheels of the clock. The boys watched with a mixture of fascination and fear. Here was their nemesis, which they thought theyâddefeated, being brought back to life. And, theyâd helped. In the weak light from a naked ceiling bulb they watched as the janitor wound up the great spring and stood back. There was a rasping shudder from deep within the great clockâs innards, and as if afflicted, the boys moved away, shivering.
The big clock began to tick and the boys knew it wouldnât be long till the
Grandpa stopped and picked up a piece of paper heâd been holding on his lap.
âI got a phone call a little earlier from the courthouse clerk. It seems they found a whole lot of fireâcracker paper somewhere in the City Hall this morning. Now that is a most peculiar place to find burnt firecracker paper. The clerk told me theyâre going to have to do quite a lot of repairs in City Hall. They donât say quitewhat it is they have to fix, but the bill is sizeable and I figure if we apportion it out to various homesteads in the town, it will come to about â¦â Here Grandpa put his glasses back on his fine big nose before continuing. â⦠$70.90 per homestead. Now, most of the people I know around here donât have that kind of money. In order to get it, the people in those homes will have to work quite a few days or maybe weeks or, who knows, months. Would you like to see the list of repairs that have to be done in City Hall, Doug? Iâve got it right here.â
âI donât think so,â said Doug.
âI think youâd better look and study, boy. Here goes.â He handed the piece of paper to Doug.
Doug stared at the list. His eyes were so fogged that he couldnât read it. The numbers were immense and they seemed to extend far into the future, not just weeks or months, but ohmigosh, years.
âDoug, I want you to do me a favor,â said Grandpa. âI want you to take this list and play the part of doctor. I want you to make a series of house calls when school lets out for the day. First of all, go over to your house and see how Tom is doing. Tell him that Grandpa wants him to buy a couple of Eskimo Pies and come over and eat them on the front porch with me this afternoon. Say that to Tom, Doug, and see if his face doesnât brighten up.â
âYes, sir,â said Doug.
âThen, later, I want you to go to all the other boysâ houses and see how your friends are doing. Afterward, come back and give me a report, because all those boys who are lying low need something to make them sit up in bed. Iâll be waiting for you. Does that seem fair to you?â
âYes, sir,â said Doug, and stood up. âGrandpa, can I say something?â
âWhatâs that, Doug?â
âYouâre pretty great, Grandpa.â
Grandpa mused over that for a few moments before saying, âNot great, Doug, just perceptive. Have you ever looked that word up in Websterâs Dictionary?â
âNo, sir.â
âWell, before you leave, open Mr Webster and see what he has to say.â
CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVEN
It was getting late and they were still up in the clock tower, nine boys working and cleaning out the firecracker dust and bits of burnt paper. It made a neat little pile outside the door.
It was a hot evening and all the boys were perspiring and talking under their breath and wishing they were somewhere else, almost wishing they were in school, which would be better than this.
When Doug looked out the clock tower window, he could see Grandpa standing down below, looking up, very quietly.
When Grandpa saw Doug looking down, he nodded at him and gave him the merest wave with the stub of his cigar.
Finally the last twilight was gone and full darkness descended and the janitor came in. There was lubricant to be put on the big cog and wheels of the clock. The boys watched with a mixture of fascination and fear. Here was their nemesis, which they thought theyâddefeated, being brought back to life. And, theyâd helped. In the weak light from a naked ceiling bulb they watched as the janitor wound up the great spring and stood back. There was a rasping shudder from deep within the great clockâs innards, and as if afflicted, the boys moved away, shivering.
The big clock began to tick and the boys knew it wouldnât be long till the
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