About one o'clock
`` Ugh ! I can smell that fish yet ! I smelled it all afternoon , for he took it down-stairs to have it cleaned and cooked . About one o'clock he came back up-stairs after I had had my lunch , and there he had it on a plate , fried up into a crisp . I could n't have swallowed any of it , to save me , but I could n't disappoint the little fellow when he had tried so hard to please me , so I had to ask him to leave it , and told him maybe I would feel more like eating after I had slept awhile . So he went out perfectly satisfied , and I lay there , growing sicker every minute from the smell of that fried fish . At last I gathered up strength enough to throw it out of the window to the cat , but the plate still smelled of it , and nobody came in to take it away until after dark .