four o'clock
`` What 's the time ? '' Clem demanded . `` I do n't know , but he 'll be coming soon . It ca n't be four o'clock yet , or we should hear Jim Tregay knocking about the milk-pails . '' The boy sat silent , nursing his knee , drinking in a thousand scents and sounds . Myra watched the great humble-bees staggering from flower to flower , blundering among their dew-filled cups . She drew down a lily-stem gently , and guided her brother 's hand so that it held one heady fellow imprisoned , buzzing under his palm and tickling it .