nine o'clock Saturday morning
It had been on the tip of Chicken Little 's tongue to add , `` and you thought you were awful smart , too , '' but she suddenly remembered Mrs. Halford 's presence and she did n't want to be a tattle-tale . `` Nothing , '' she finished lamely , and was deaf to further questioning . The Fates favored Chicken Little and Gertie for Miss Brown suddenly decided to have a May Day hunt for wild flowers for her room instead of waiting for the usual June picnic . They started out at nine o'clock Saturday morning . It was an ideal spring day -- not a cloud in the sky and the sunshine so warm that coats and jackets were shed long before they reached the woods . Some of the plum trees were out in bloom , and purple and yellow crocuses were opening in a number of the yards they passed . `` We 'll surely find a few spring beauties and yellow violets , '' said Miss Brown hopefully .