five o'clock
All hail to the memory of my gallant maternal ancestor , who , when surfeited with the caresses of his Fifine of Normandy , flew to the arms of Mercedes of Andalusia . Next , perhaps , he appeared in Greenland , blubbering with an Esquimau heiress . Anon , you might have found him in Columbia in the tolls of a princely Pocahontas . In Mexico he ate the ardent chile from the tender hand of his Guadalupita , and later on he was on time at a five o'clock family tea party in Japan , or he might have kotowed pidgin-love to a trusting maid in a China town of fair Cathay . In Africa -- oh , horror ! -- here I draw the veil , for in my mind 's eye I behold a burly negro -LRB- yes , sah ! -RRB- staring at me out of fishy , blue eyes .