Three o'clock
It was my turn now . I dashed forward eagerly . Then I stopped , for the man with the bleary eyes had shut the wicket in my face . `` Three o'clock , '' he snapped . `` Could n't you take mine ? '' I faltered ; `` I 've been waiting now these seven hours . '' `` Closing time , '' he ripped out still more tartly ; `` come again to-morrow . ''