Twelve o'clock
`` Heaven help us otherwise , '' said he , `` for I 've but one tale left in my quiver , and if it does not make an end of the job , here we must stay for the rest of our lives , puffing time away in gossamer . '' Then Jessica , blowing , cried , `` Four o'clock ! come in to tea ! '' And Joyce said , `` Twelve o'clock ! baste the goose in the oven . '' `` Three o'clock ! change your frock ! ''