six o'clock
`` Basement kitchens are necessary evils , only to be tolerated in cities where land is too dear to afford any other . '' So goes the discussion till the trio agree to sleep over it . The next morning an inspiration visits my wife 's pillow . She is up and seizes plans and paper , and , before six o'clock , has enlarged the parlor very cleverly by throwing out a bow-window . So waxes and wanes the prospective house , innocently battered down and rebuilt with India-rubber and black-lead . Doors are cut out to-night and walled up to-morrow ; windows knocked out here and put in there , as some observer suggests possibilities of too much or too little draught . Now all seems finished , when , lo !