they couldn't take away the sun-dial on the window-sill. You want to be
sure to look at that. It's on the sill of the middle window on the right
hand as you face the teacher's desk."

"Sun-dial," repeated Betsy. "What's that?"

"Why to tell the time by, when--"

"Why didn't they have a clock?" asked the child.

Aunt Abigail laughed. "Good gracious, there was only one clock in the
valley for years and years, and that belonged to the Wardons, the rich
people in the village. Everybody had sun-dials cut in their window-
sills. There's one on the window-sill of our pantry this minute. Come
on, I'll show it to you." She got up heavily with her pan of apples, and
trotted briskly, shaking the floor as she went, over to the stove. "But
first just watch me put these on to cook so you'll know how." She set
the pan on the stove, poured some water from the tea-kettle over the
apples, and put on a cover. "Now come on into the pantry."

They entered a sweet-smelling, spicy little room, all white paint, and
shelves which were loaded with dishes and boxes and bags and pans of
milk and jars of preserves.

"There!" said Aunt Abigail, opening the window. "That's not so good as
the one at school. This only tells when noon is."

Elizabeth Ann stared stupidly at the deep scratch on the window-sill.

"Don't you see?" said Aunt Abigail. "When the shadow got to that mark it