five o'clock
she sniffed , `` that 's the first time I ever knew you to give in that there WAS a Little Frank . All right , I sha 'n' t say any more , but I hope the foreign poorhouses are more comfortable than ours , that 's all . If you make me keep on this way , I 'll fetch up in one before the first month 's over . '' We left for New York on the five o'clock train . Packing those `` Early English Poets '' was a confounded nuisance . They had to be stuffed here , there and everywhere amid my wearing apparel and Hephzibah prophesied evil to come . `` Books are the worse things goin ' to make creases , '' she declared .