twelve o'clock
Again and again the little white bride came across his vision and thoughts , and hindered the courteous but stinging phrases with which he had intended to illumine his letter . At last he gave it up and taking his hat went out in the keen November air for a walk to clear his brain . This was James Ryan 's opportunity . It was almost twelve o'clock and no harm in calling the `` forelady '' in the cotton blouse department of the big factory . He swung to the telephone with alacrity . `` I want to speak with Miss Carson , please . Yes , Miss J. Carson .