The Bell
After while I went down to iDEATH and worked on that bell. It was not coming at all and finally I was sitting there on a chair, staring at it.
My chisel was hanging limply in my hand, and then I put it down on the table and absentmindedly covered it up with a rag.
Fred came in and saw me sitting there staring at the bell. He left without saying anything. It hardly even looked like a bell.
Finally Margaret came and rescued me. She was wearing a blue dress and had a ribbon in her hair and carried a basket to put things in that she found at the Forgotten Works.
"How's it coming?" she said.
"It's finished," I said.
"It doesn't look finished," she said.
"It's finished," I said.
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After while I went down to iDEATH and worked on that bell. It was not coming at all and finally I was sitting there on a chair, staring at it.
My chisel was hanging limply in my hand, and then I put it down on the table and absentmindedly covered it up with a rag.
Fred came in and saw me sitting there staring at the bell. He left without saying anything. It hardly even looked like a bell.
Finally Margaret came and rescued me. She was wearing a blue dress and had a ribbon in her hair and carried a basket to put things in that she found at the Forgotten Works.
"How's it coming?" she said.
"It's finished," I said.
"It doesn't look finished," she said.
"It's finished," I said.
