four o'clock
confound the plantation ! I wish it would sink ! Of all other days none but Christmas will suit him to tramp down there through mud and mire . The fact is , I did not go to sleep till four o'clock , and nobody ought to be unchristian enough to expect me to wake up in an hour . You may be quiet , though , for I am on my way now to that paradise of black mud . I only stopped to get a glimpse of you , my Sappho ! my Corinna !