five o'clock
I 've a dozen letters to get out , and Miss Loeb wants to show me that new knicker-bocker design of hers . '' They drove back to the office almost in silence . Emma McChesney made straight for her desk and began dictating letters with an energy that bordered on fury . At five o'clock she was still working . At five-thirty T.A. Buck came in to find her still surrounded by papers , samples , models . `` What is this ? '' he demanded wrathfully , `` an all-night session ? ''