One o'clock
Poor Mr. Bear -- who never troubles her -- `` And _ you _ -- beast whom I love -- another hiss out of you , another flattening of your ears close to your skull , and you go straight to bed . There will be no Suzette to put you there soon , and there is now no Alice , nor Tanrade to spoil you . They are gone , pussy kit . '' One o'clock -- and the fire in embers . I rose and Mr. Bear followed me out into the garden . The land lay still and cold under millions of stars . High above my chimney came faintly the `` Honk , honk , '' of a flock of geese .