about six o’clock
Say , set her a-buzzing again . It 's a big game , is n't it ? '' Clover thought so , with the result that they speeded through tranquil neighborhoods and churned leisurely where the masses seethed until countless thousands were wondering what under the sun those four young fellows had in the back of their car . The sad part about all good fun is that it has to end sooner or later ; and about six o'clock the whole party began to be aware that , if refreshments were not taken , their end was surely close at hand . They therefore called a brief halt somewhere to get what is technically known as a `` sandwich , '' and the results were thoroughly satisfactory to everyone but Aunt Mary . She took one bite of her sandwich , and then opened it with an abruptness which merged into disgust when it proved to be full of fish eggs . `` Why did n't you tell me what it was made of ? ''