about two o'clock in the morning
This is the first day 's cutting , but those flapping canvas belts and those tireless arms of wood and iron wo n't have one-tenth of Dinky-Dunk 's crop tied up by midnight . It is very cold , and Olie has lugubriously announced that it 's sure going to freeze . So three times I 've gone out to look at the thermometer and three times I 've said my solemn little prayer : `` Dear God , please do n't freeze poor Dinky-Dunk 's wheat ! '' And the Lord heard that prayer , for a Chinook came about two o'clock in the morning and the mercury slowly but steadily rose . _ Thursday the Fourteenth _ I had a great deal to talk about to-day . But I ca n't write much ... . I 'm afraid .