six o'clock
Those happy sunlit hours in the wood , how fast they slipped away ! I was absorbed in the work and completely happy in it , and Viola I believe was equally happy in the delight she knew she was giving me . We came back very hungry to our tea , and very pleased with ourselves , the sketch , and our successful afternoon . It was six o'clock , the light was mellowing , and a thrush singing with all its own wonderful passion and rapture on the lawn . The scent of the lilac , intensely sweet , came in at the window and filled the room . In the evening we went out and sat under the cherry-tree , watching the stars come out and gleam through its white bloom . `` Sing me the Abendstern , '' murmured Viola , leaning her head against me .