three in the morning
you were under good discipline , and as you went fluttering up and down the room in your undress uniform , you not only prattled undignified baby-talk , but even tuned up your martial voices and tried to sing ! -- `` Rock-a-by baby in the treetop , '' for instance . What a spectacle for an Army of the Tennessee ! And what an affliction for the neighbors , too ; for it is not everybody within a mile around that likes military music at three in the morning . And when you had been keeping this sort of thing up two or three hours , and your little velvet-head intimated that nothing suited him like exercise and noise , what did you do ? -LSB- `` Go on ! '' -RSB- You simply went on until you dropped in the last ditch .