twelve
o'clock
Are they brown , or red , or chocolate ? ' ` They satisfied your betters , ' said Mrs. Gould , as she lighted her bedroom candle . ` Goodness me ! ' she added , glancing at the gilt clock that stood on the high , stucco , white-painted chimney-piece , amid a profusion of jingling glass candelabra , ` it is really half-past twelve o'clock ! ' ` Gracious me ! there 's another evening wasted ; we must really try and be more industrious . It is too late to do anything further to-night , ' said May .