four o’clock
But Janice was turning out the lights . Jack 's aunt slept long and dreamlessly again . That thrice-blessed sleep which follows nights abroad in the metropolis . When , toward four o'clock , Aunt Mary opened her eyes , she was at first almost as hazy in her conceptions as she had found herself upon the previous day . `` I feel as if the automobile was runnin ' up my back and over my head , '' she said , thoughtfully passing her hand along the machine 's imaginary course . Then she rang her bell and Janice appeared from the room beyond . `` I guess you 'd better give me some of that that you gave me yesterday , '' the elderly lady suggested ; `` what do you think ? ''