four o'clock
It is about all of life I do know ! '' Out of her voice she struggled to keep bitterness , made effort to laugh . `` And do you suppose I would let Honoria Brockenborough scatter her righteous assertions a minute longer than they were heard ? Puss Jenkins left me at four o'clock . An hour later I was back home . '' She opened her beaded bag . `` There is your piece of paper ! ''