three o'clock
The odds and ends , pieced together , make , I hope , a hearable tale . '' `` My story begins , then , on a bright Sabbath afternoon in mid-autumn when Miss Janet Cragiemuir left her home in K Street and set out leisurely upon her walk to Bethany Church , where she revelled in her latest fad . She had recently taken a class in the Chinese Sunday-school . The good work began at three o'clock , and as it was nearly that hour , groups of Chinamen stood out on the sidewalk chattering as only Celestials can . They greeted Miss Cragiemuir with grave courtesy when she approached , and shuffled lazily out of her way as she swept past . She was followed into the building by her three scholars , one of whom presented her with a small package which was accepted with some reluctance . Then a brief whispered argument took place between the two , the Chinaman appearing to have decidedly the best of it , for he displayed his broken , yellow teeth in a hideous grin when his teacher turned from him to the other members of the class .