ten o'clock
So small beside the giant pines , so useless in a tree 's great province -- to give shade ; but that file of trees , scarcely taller than a hedge , had for years and years made the division between one land and another , so they stood for that at least . As Nat had explained to Tavia `` they knew where to draw the line . '' The morning that followed was one of those beautiful streaks of Nature 's capriciousness when she allows spring to turn back and give orders to summer . It was late in June , yet the air was soft and balmy , and the sunshine behaved so nicely that Tavia , looking out of her window actually found dew on the honeysuckle , and saw there was no need to close blinds at even ten o'clock -- which was late for dew certainly , and late for a girl like Tavia Travers to get her first romp out of doors . Dorothy looked in mischievously . `` We did n't call you , '' she said smiling , `` because you were so anxious about your cheeks , you know . Let me see .