about four o'clock
These are they . My fears have come to pass and in this eventful month Lovelace Peyton has grown from a slender , frail little boy into almost as much of a roly-poly as Mamie Sue , and looks more like her than he does like Roxanne . I try not to feed him more than four times a day extra , but he is stern with me about it . Sometimes he will trade the cake I give him about four o'clock for a new shaped bottle , but lots of times he gets the bottle and the cake both away from me . I just ca n't be strong-minded with Lovelace Peyton , like I ought to be to make up for the way Roxanne forgets to see him from the rosy cloud . `` If you 'll give me a bottle , I 'll give you one mouth-kiss , Phyllis ; but for cake and bottles too , I can maybe make it two , '' is the way he bargains with me . Fifteen years is a long time to starve for a little brother to love , so Lovelace Peyton almost always gets both the cake and bottles .