five o'clock
`` Pettybaw ! _ Petit bois _ , I suppose , '' said Salemina ; `` and there , to be sure , it is , -- the ` little wood ' yonder . '' We drove to the Pettybaw Inn and Posting Establishment , and , alighting , dismissed the driver . We had still three good hours of daylight , although it was five o'clock , and we refreshed ourselves with a delicious cup of tea before looking for lodgings . We consulted the greengrocer , the baker , and the flesher , about furnished apartments , and started on our quest , not regarding the little posting establishment as a possibility . Apartments we found to be very scarce , and in one or two places that were quite suitable the landlady refused to do any cooking . We wandered from house to house , the sun shining brighter and brighter , and Pettybaw looking lovelier and lovelier ; and as we were refused shelter again and again , we grew more and more enamored , as is the manner of human kind .