four o'clock
Surely there was nothing strange in all this , and yet these people seemed to think there was ! Day by day , however , as time passed , David diligently tried to perform the `` dos '' and avoid the `` do n'ts '' ; and day by day he came to realize how important weeds and woodboxes were , if he were to conform to what was evidently Farmer Holly 's idea of `` playing in , tune '' in this strange new Orchestra of Life in which he found himself . But , try as he would , there was yet an unreality about it all , a persistent feeling of uselessness and waste , that would not be set aside . So that , after all , the only part of this strange new life of his that seemed real to him was the time that came after four o'clock each day , when he was released from work . And how full he filled those hours ! There was so much to see , so much to do . For sunny days there were field and stream and pasture land and the whole wide town to explore .