“What time is it?” she asked.
I looked at the sun and answered:
“About five.”
She asked:
“Can you tell so nearly by the sun?”
“Yes,” I answered; “I can.”
Pause.
“But when you can't see the sun, how do you tell the time then?”
“Then I can tell by other things. There's high tide and low tide, and the grass that lies over at certain hours, and the song of the birds that changes; some birds begin to sing when others leave off. Then, I can tell the time by flowers that close in the afternoon, and leaves that are bright green at some times and dull green at others—and then, besides, I can feel it.”
“I see.”