five o'clock
It 's three o'clock by me , '' she said . Peter Paul turned his back to the wind , and held his clock low . `` One , two , three , four , five . It 's five o'clock by my dandelion -- I wonder why the fairy clocks all go differently . '' `` We blow differently , '' said his sister . `` Then they do n't really tell the time , '' said Peter Paul . `` Oh yes , they do -- the fairy time . ''