six o'clock
No matter how parched the ground in the little parks of the district , no matter how yellow the leaves on the few stunted trees near by , no matter how low the city 's supply of water , nor how many public fountains had to be temporarily shut off , that vine was always well watered . Its root lay deep in soft , moist earth well fertilized and cared for ; its leaves were washed anew each evening with refreshing spray from the hose that played over it . `` Seems like I 'd just like to lie down there and sleep with my face clost up to it , all wet and cool-like , all night ! '' sighed one poor little bony victim of a girl , scarcely more than a child , as the throng pressed out the wide door at six o'clock and caught the moist fragrance of the damp earth and growing vine . `` You look all in , Susie ! '' said her neighbor , pausing in her interminable gum-chewing to eye her friend keenly . `` Say , you better go with me to the movies to-night !