four seasons when, as every one who has lived in Boyland knows, there
are scores more than that.

There's

Sled-time;
Ball-time;
Marble-time;
Top-time;
Kite-time;
Garden-time;
Hay-time;
Harvest-time;
Grape-time;
Nut-time;
Pumpkin-Pie-time;
and
a time
for

Hunting strawberries, elderberries, or red rasps; for orioles to move,
for shad to run, and to go bobbin' for eels; and a whole lot of other
famous seasons as well, all happy ones, and too many to count, at
least on one set of fingers and toes.

Any American boy will tell you this and--what is more to the
point--prove it, too. And so can the Toyman, for, though he is six
feet tall, and wears suspenders and long pants, and shaves and all
that, he can get down on his knees in the good old brown earth and
cry, "Knuckles down!," with the youngest.