three
o'clock
Why , I was as sure of you , the minute I clapped eyes on you , as if we 'd been raised next door to each other . I can see right down in your little life like it was this glass of wine . '' Miss St. Claire threw out her arms in a beautiful and sleepy gesture . `` Well , boys , this is a nice little party , but I got to get up at three o'clock to-morrow afternoon , and I need the sleep . Oh , how I love my morning sleep ! '' She drew back , her bare outflung arm pushing her from the table . `` If you 'll call me and my room-mate a taxi -- '' `` No , you do n't , Jingle Bells ! ''