two o'clock
I told you this must come first . Write it to-night and put it under my door when it is done . Put it under my door to-night when it is finished -- do n't keep it until to-morrow . '' I was reading my bully old pal Montaigne at two o'clock when I heard the sheets rustle under my door . I gathered them up and read the story . The hissing of geese , the languishing cooing of doves , the braying of donkeys , the chatter of irresponsible sparrows -- these were in my mind 's ear as I read . `` Suffering Sappho ! ''