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David laughed and dropped himself easily to the ground at her feet . He was holding his violin on his knees now . `` Why , it would be such fun , '' he chuckled , `` to just forget all about the hours when the sun did n't shine , and remember only the nice , pleasant ones . Now for me , there would n't be any hours , really , until after four o'clock , except little specks of minutes that I 'd get in between when I DID see something interesting . '' Miss Holbrook stared frankly . `` What an extraordinary boy you are , to be sure , '' she murmured . `` And what , may I ask , is it that you do every day until four o'clock , that you wish to forget ? ''