ten o'clock
It 's funny how sturdy-oak fathers can have ferny-mimosa sons . Mothers can stand producing poets , but it is hard on fathers . I felt that I must help out Judge Vandyne , and with that resolve I headed Redwheels out along Providence Road . As I had told mother , the sobs and tears of the April day had been wilfully misleading demonstrations , for by ten o'clock the whole face of nature wore a sun-sweetened smile that was positively entrancing . The young April world seemed to spring dripping from a bath that glistened all over with crystal water gems . Winter is staid and dignified and grand with its stark trees and mantle of brown earth , and summer is glowing and glorious ; but very young spring is so sappy and curly and yellow and green and lavender that you take it to heart and let it nestle there to suck its pink apple-blow thumb , and curl up its young sprout toes sheltered away from the cold that sets it back and the sun that forces it to break bud . Sometimes it stays with you a day and sometimes a week and a day , but you ca n't hold it back .