five o'clock
It must have been half-past five when I got back home . I stepped in ; and there sat old Mack on the back of his neck in his old clothes with his blue socks on the window and the History of Civilisation propped up on his knees . `` This do n't look like getting ready for a wedding at six , '' I says , to seem innocent . `` Oh , '' says Mack , reaching for his tobacco , `` that was postponed back to five o'clock . They sent me over a note saying the hour had been changed . It 's all over now . What made you stay away so long , Andy ? ''