The Library Clock That Stopped at Ten Past Three
The tall clock in the Maple Street Library had a problem. Every afternoon, it stopped at ten past three. The librarian, Mr. Dane, wound it up each morning. By evening, it always stood still again.
Mina and Gus liked puzzles, so they sat on the rug and watched the clock. At three o'clock, nothing happened. At five past, still nothing. Then, at ten past, they heard a soft peep.
Gus pointed. A small brown wren sat inside the clock case, hopping on the swinging arm. Each hop made the arm wobble, and the clock ticked slower and slower until it stopped.
"A bird has been visiting through that crack in the window frame," whispered Mina.
Mr. Dane smiled. He did not want to hurt the wren, so he hung a little wooden birdhouse outside the window. The next day, the wren moved into it. The clock kept good time all week, and the children kept an eye on the birdhouse.