four o'clock
`` It makes the cold chills run over me to think of it . We was all gone to bed -- leastways the maids and me , and Hann and me was but just got to my room when says she to me , ` Oh la ! whatever do you think ? ' says she ; ` I promised Ellen when she went out this afternoon as I would shut the windows in the pink bedroom at four o'clock , and never come to think of it till this minute , ' she says . ` Oh dear , ' I says , ` and them new chintzes will be entirely ruined with the damp . Why , what a good-for-nothing girl you are ! ' I says , ` and what you thinks on half your time is more than I can tell . '