"Come and bid Uncle Peter good-bye."
He kissed them both.
"Well, what o'clock is it?" said he. The boy gave one mighty puff and dispersed his fairy clock at a breath.
"One o'clock," he cried stoutly.
"One, two, three, four o'clock," said the girl. And they went back to their play.
And Leena stood by them, with Mother's old sun-hat on her young head, and watched Peter Paul's figure over the flat pastures till it was an indistinguishable speck.
He turned back a dozen times to wave his hands to her, and to the children telling the fairy time.
But he did not ask now why dandelion clocks go differently with different people. Godfather Time had told him. He teaches us many things.