five o'clock
The petunias are growing beautifully , but the geraniums do not seem to flourish . Perhaps there is not a sufficient depth of earth for them . Several times our boarder has appeared to be on the point of suggesting something in regard to them , but , for some reason or other , he says nothing . One afternoon , as I was hurrying down Broadway to catch the five o'clock train , I met Waterford . He is an old friend of mine , and I used to like him pretty well . `` Hello ! '' said he , `` where are you going ? ''