two o'clock
When you are , you may feel things differently . But , of course , papa and mamma _ are _ very odd . I used to hear them through my door between the rooms at L.B.G. Road . It was wrangle , wrangle , wrangle ; fight , fight , fight ; all through the night -- till two o'clock sometimes . Oh dear ! '' `` You 're sure they always were quarrelling ? '' `` Oh dear , yes .