four o'clock
Of course I knew moss would n't take root in our orchard as it did in the woods , neither would willow cuttings or the red flowers . Finally , I decided to go hunting . I went into the garden and gathered every ripe touch-me-not pod I could find , and all the portulaca . Then I stripped the tiger lilies of each little black ball at the bases of the leaves , and took all the four o'clock seed there was . Then I got my biggest alder popgun and started up the road toward Sarah Hood 's . I was going along singing a little verse ; it was n't Dutch either ; the old baby could have that if it wanted it . Soon as I got from sight of the house I made a powderhorn of a curled leaf , loaded my gun with portulaca powder , rammed in a tiger lily bullet , laid the weapon across my shoulder , and stepped high and lightly as Laddie does when he 's in the Big Woods hunting for squirrel .