five o'clock
cried Peggy drearily , and pressed her hands to her brow , while her friend looked on with sympathetic gaze . `` It 's tea ! '' she declared oracularly . `` It is five o'clock , and you know , Peggy , you always did get melancholy if tea was later than usual . Let us go downstairs and order it at once . '' Peggy slid her hand in her friend 's arm with a soft explosion of laughter . `` So we will , '' she said cheerily .