twelve o’clock
But I find I have been forgetting that those for whom I write are young -- too young to understand this . Let it remain , however , for those older persons who at an odd moment , while waiting for dinner , or before going to bed , may take up a little one 's book , and turn over a few of its leaves . Some such readers , in virtue of their hearts being young and old both at once , discern more in the children 's books than the children themselves . The Bees ' Nest It was twelve o'clock on a delicious Saturday in the height of summer . We poured out of school with the gladness of a holiday in our hearts . I sauntered home full of the summer sun , and the summer wind , and the summer scents which filled the air . I do not know how often I sat down in perfect bliss upon the earthen walls which divided the fields from the road , and basked in the heat .