nine o'clock
It 's in Dorsetshire . It is n't what you 'd call a fiercely exciting spot , but it has its good points . You spend the day there bathing and sitting on the sands , and in the evening you stroll out on the shore with the gnats . At nine o'clock you rub ointment on the wounds and go to bed . It seemed to suit poor old Freddie . Once the moon was up and the breeze sighing in the trees , you could n't drag him from that beach with a rope . He became quite a popular pet with the gnats .