five o'clock
I know it was a pretty sight , -- the black head and the golden head so close together , and the beautiful bright trees bending over to say , `` Good night . '' But before the robins had had time to cover them with leaves , or even to think of it , there was a shout from Preston Gray . `` Hurrah , boys , I 've found 'em ! '' He and half a dozen other lads had been out all the afternoon in search of the little wanderers , and here it was five o'clock . They carried them home on their backs , taking turns , and Flaxie looked up only once to ask sleepily : `` Is it ha ' pas ' two ? '' `` Wo n't she catch it , though ? '' said Bert Abbott , who was in great awe of Mrs. Prim .