about two o'clock
`` But who speaks of sleep ? '' broke in Lucile , gaily . `` I never felt so far from it in all my life . '' `` No , but you 'll feel mighty near it about two o'clock to-morrow afternoon , if I 'm any judge , '' Phil prophesied , grimly . `` Well , everybody knows you 're not , '' said Lucile , running lightly up the stairs and stopping to make a laughing face at her brother over the banister . `` Come on , girls , '' she cried . `` Everybody 's going and we have n't even started yet . ''