five o'clock in the morning
The girl looked full of innocent regret . `` But when I was up there I had to come down that tree . I could n't help it , really . '' On the Fourth of July , at five o'clock in the morning , the porters called the sleepers out of their berths at Wickford Junction . Modern civilization offers no such test to the temper and to personal appearance as this early preparation to meet the inspection of society after a night in the stuffy and luxuriously upholstered tombs of a sleeping-car . To get into them at night one must sacrifice dignity ; to get out of them in the morning , clad for the day , gives the proprietors a hard rub . It is wonderful , however , considering the twisting and scrambling in the berth and the miscellaneous and ludicrous presentation of humanity in the washroom at the end of the car , how presentable people make themselves in a short space of time .