five o'clock
Day was breaking , but grey and chill , and the rain still poured down in lines which scarcely slanted . The scouts , however , were quite warm , for there was no wind , and the leaping fire sent ample heat into the nook where they lay . Dick placed his haversack for a pillow , and laid his head on it . The sleep he had been fighting off descended on him in power , and he knew no more until Chippy shook his arm and aroused him at five o'clock . His eyes opened on a very different scene from that he had last gazed upon . The rain was over ; the morning was bright with glowing sunshine ; the new-bathed country looked deliciously fresh and green ; a most balmy and fragrant breeze was blowing ; and in copse and bush a hundred birds were singing , while the lark led them all from the depths of the blue sky . ` What a jolly morning ! '