three in the afternoon
It makes such a difference to know where and how the life of one we love is passed . Send me a faithful picture of the veriest trifles around you , omitting nothing , not even the sunset lights among the tall trees . October 19th . It was three in the afternoon when I arrived . About half-past five , Rose came and told me that my mother had returned , so I went downstairs to pay my respects to her . My mother lives in a suite on the ground floor , exactly corresponding to mine , and in the same block . I am just over her head , and the same secret staircase serves for both .