three o'clock
I hate to wait till the morning . '' After she had sung as long as she dared , she practiced some accompaniments till her fingers tired , and then she took up a magazine and read a couple of stories , becoming so absorbed in the last one that she hardly heard a clock below striking loudly , though some sense of its strident tones made her start from her chair in dismay lest she should have missed the tea-hour . `` How stupid of me -- '' she began , glancing at her plain little wrist-watch . Her face fell as she looked unbelievingly at the hands pointing to three o'clock . `` It must be run down , '' she said , frowning and holding the watch to her ear . `` No , it 's going . It must be slow . ''