about three o'clock
As an act of charity , they ought to let Piddie fire me about once a month . He 'll die of grief if he do n't get the chance sometime . And blamed if he do n't come near gettin ' his heart 's desire before the day was over ! It all begins about three o'clock , when Piddie comes turkeyin ' out of the telephone booth all swelled up with importance and signals me to come on the carpet . `` Torchy , '' says he , `` I presume you know where the Metropolitan Building is ? '' `` They ai n't moved it since lunchtime , have they ? '' says I. `` That will do ! ''