five o'clock
Accordingly , I lay down on my bed without taking the trouble to undress -- I was so fearful of oversleeping . For a long time I lay thinking of Jessie , on her hurried night ride , of old Joe , and the blessed relief that his coming had brought us , and , above all , of Mr. Horton and his machinations . I meant to be awake when the hour that Joe had suggested for rising struck . The hour was five o'clock , but it was well past , when a gentle tap on the door awoke me , and Joe 's voice announced : `` Hit 's done struck fibe , Miss Leslie ; yo 's bettah be stirrin . '' My reply was forestalled by a delighted cry from the crib , where Ralph was supposed to lie asleep : `` Oho ! Mine Joe is tum ` ome ! Mine Joe is tum ` ome ! ''