three o'clock
`` I do n't know but I 'll slip on me bonnet in the afthernoon and go find her , '' said Biddy Connelly , with hospitable warmth . `` I 've seen her before , perhaps ' t was long whiles ago at home . '' `` Indeed I thought of it myself , '' said Mrs. Dunleavy , with approval . `` We 'd best wait , perhaps , till she 'd be coming back ; there 's no train now till three o'clock . She might stop here till the five , and we 'll find out all about her . She 'll have a very lonesome day , whoiver she is . Did you see that old goat ` ating the best of me fairy-fingers that all bloomed the day ? ''