twelve o'clock
cried Rose . `` Bless you , no I ran . But you were gone with Mrs. Bliss , so I pelted back again to see with my own eyes that you were safe at home , '' answered Mac with a sigh of relief , wiping his hot forehead . `` But it is three miles at least each way , and twelve o'clock , and dark and cold . Oh , Mac ! How could you ! '' exclaimed Rose , suddenly realizing what he had done as she heard his labored breathing , saw the state of the thin boots , and detected the absence of an overcoat .