"Oh, it's beautiful," she said softly with awe. She traced her fingers gently over the surface of the clock. It was, perhaps, the most thoughtful thing anyone had given her. "Thank you. I don't know what to say." The urge to hug the man was real. "Ye are a talented man, Mister Mulvahil." She moved to the mantle and carefully deposited the beautiful gift in the very center of the shelf. A smile lit her face as she stepped back and admired the object in question. After a moment, she turned a soft look toward Fred, the dear sweet man.