ten o'clock
And _ wear old clothes _ . '' The sails were filled , and he moved majestically away , towering above the small craft around him . It was morning . It was ten o'clock . It was May . We were all stowed away in the Bishop 's trap with his son , Harry , controlling the fat pony , whose small fore-hoof pawed impatiently on the asphalt . Angel and I had donned old jerseys and The Seraph a clean holland pinafore , against which he pressed an empty treacle tin where a solitary worm reared an anxious head against the encircling gloom .