one o’clock
Then it is that the footsteps echo , and the ghostly footprints will not be stamped out . Pretty thoughts again ! and how persistently they come ! It is one o'clock and I will go to bed . The rain is falling in sheets outside . I can hear it lashing against the window panes , and the wind wails through the tall wet elms at the end of the garden . I could tell the voice of those elms anywhere ; I know it as well as the voice of a friend .