three o'clock in the morning
Then she bent above the flowers and whispered : `` Tuck this in the toe of your slipper ! Three times to-night it was in his eyes , and on his tongue , but his slowness let the moment pass . I can ` bide a wee ' for my Scotsman , I can bide forever , if I must ; for it 's he only , and no other . '' The moccasins soon had been ground to pulp and carried away on a non-skid tire while at three o'clock in the morning a cross , dishevelled society woman , in passing from her dressing room to her bed , stumbled over the osier basket , kicking it from her way . Mickey , his responsibility weighing upon him , slept lightly and awakened early , his first thought of Peaches . He slipped into his clothing and advancing peered at her through the grayness . His heart beat wildly .