three o'clock
Before the marvellous repast was over Alice had rearranged all the ornaments and chairs in that parlour , turned round the carpet , and patted the window curtains into something new and strange . Herbert frequently looked out of the window to see if his uncle was coming . `` Pity there 's no dessert , '' said Herbert . It was three o'clock , and the refection was drawing to a reluctant close . `` There is a dessert , '' said Alice . She ran upstairs , and came down with her little black hand-bag , out of which she produced three apples and four sponge-cakes , meant for the railway journey . Amazing woman !