twelve
o’clock
There seemed no prospect of a fine day for at least a month , and so I felt tolerably safe in making the promise . But there is nothing so unreliable as weather , especially Irish weather . I had no sooner made my promise than the clouds began to break . At twelve o'clock it stopped raining . At one the sun was shining with provoking brilliancy . I tried to ignore the change and at luncheon complained bitterly of the cold . My mother , by way of reply , remarked on the cheerful brightness of the sunshine .