5 p.m.
He unfolded and held out into the blue empyrean a rather soiled bit of paper , which a small white-gloved hand descended from heaven like a dove and took . Then , presumably , this was duly read : MR. VARNEY . dear sir : Announcment of Election will be made in the Squair this p.m. around 6 p.m. Would feel onered if you would come to my Poarch where everthink can be seen & heard & no crouding , Josle ect. . Will call at your Yot with horse and Bugy around 5 p.m. this p.m. if agreble though you do n't nead no eskort anywairs in Hunston , the Unfortunit mistaik having been diskovered . Noing your intrest in our Poltix will add that I voated for Mister Hair , first think this a.m. with sorro for the Past and hoapes for your Speady convlessense , Resp . S.P. -- Should you come to my Poarch all would no as bygorns was bygorns . `` Was n't that kind of him ? ''