About a quarter to one o'clock
Now , was n't that like a woman ? And that brings up cats . ` I saw a mouse go in this hole , ' says Mrs. Cat ; ` you can go prize up a plank over there if you like ; I 'll watch this hole . ' `` About a quarter to one o'clock the lady comes out again , restless , crying easy , as females do for their own amusement , and she looks down that road again and listens . ` Now , ma'am , ' says I , ` there 's no use watching cold wheel-tracks . By this time they 're halfway to -- ' ` Hush , ' she says , holding up her hand . And I do hear something coming ` flip-flap ' in the dark ; and then there is the awfulest war-whoop ever heard outside of Madison Square Garden at a Buffalo Bill matinée .