one o'clock in the morning
`` That white one -- that one at the end , '' said Mr. Gunnill , with an appearance of concentrated interest , `` that 's my fav ` rite . '' Miss Gunnill put her hands together , and a look of infinite long-suffering came upon her face , but she made no reply . `` Always has been , '' continued Mr. Gunnill , feverishly , `` from a -- from a cutting . '' `` Bailed out , '' said Miss Gunnill , in a deep and thrilling voice ; `` bailed out at one o'clock in the morning , brought home singing loud enough for half-a-dozen , and then talking about flowers ! '' Mr. Gunnill coughed again . `` I was dreaming , '' pursued Miss Gunnill , plaintively , `` sleeping peacefully , when I was awoke by a horrible noise . '' `` That could n't ha ' been me , '' protested her father .