three in the afternoon
Good-boi , an ' bless ye . Oi hope it 's no sin to say so , fur Oi know yer a Prattison an ' ye are all on yez goin ' to hell , but yer a foine bhoy . Oi 'm tumble sorry yer a Prattison . '' When Yan got back to the Raftens ' he found the dinner table set for one , though it was now three in the afternoon . `` Come and get your dinner , '' said Mrs. Raften in her quiet motherly way . `` I 'll put on the steak . It will be ready in five minutes . ''