It's three o'clock by me," she said.
Peter Paul turned his back to the wind, and held his clock low.

"One, two, three, four, five.

It's five o'clock by my dandelion--I wonder why the fairy clocks all go differently." "We blow differently," said his sister.
"Then they don't really tell the time," said Peter Paul.
"Oh yes, they do--the fairy time." And the little girls got more clocks, and turned their backs to the wind in imitation of Peter Paul, and went on blowing.

But the boy went up to his mother.
"Mother, why do dandelion clocks keep different time?
It was only two o'clock by Anna's, and three o'clock by Leena's, and five by mine.

It can't really be evening with me and only afternoon with Anna.