Clover carefully placed the clock- a cuckoo built inside a little white 'cottage' -on the table beside the sandwiches and, after taking another to snack on in a moment, he started pointing out what he liked about it. "It's very white," was his first observation, "and small. And the cuckoo bird is a song thrush, Pa told me they have those everywhere in Scarborough, but I've never seen one. And the spring is brass. And the winder-upper-thing is brass, too- it's just like the toy I gave you!" Clover grinned at his father, an idea coming to him that might finally have a good outcome, "Pa made that toy, too, just like he makes all these clocks."