four o'clock
As by some wizardry of approaching dreams they seemed in that instant to be related ; but before I could analyse the why and the wherefore , both sank away out of sight again , and I was off beyond recall . `` Unless you should send for me sooner . '' Whether Mrs. Maloney 's tent door opened south or east I think she never discovered , for it is quite certain she always slept with the flap tightly fastened ; I only know that my own little `` five by seven , all silk '' faced due east , because next morning the sun , pouring in as only the wilderness sun knows how to pour , woke me early , and a moment later , with a short run over soft moss and a flying dive from the granite ledge , I was swimming in the most sparkling water imaginable . It was barely four o'clock , and the sun came down a long vista of blue islands that led out to the open sea and Finland . Nearer by rose the wooded domes of our own property , still capped and wreathed with smoky trails of fast-melting mist , and looking as fresh as though it was the morning of Mrs. Maloney 's Sixth Day and they had just issued , clean and brilliant , from the hands of the great Architect . In the open spaces the ground was drenched with dew , and from the sea a cool salt wind stole in among the trees and set the branches trembling in an atmosphere of shimmering silver . The tents shone white where the sun caught them in patches .