five
o'clock
A new school of art had invaded New York , and compositions were everything , for the moment , whether they composed anything or nothing . He heard a nervous rattling at his door-knob , and he opened the door . A young woman lifted a sweet , flushed , frightened face to his . `` Oh , John , '' she cried , `` father has n't come home yet , and it 's five o'clock , and he left home at nine . '' John Rand threw off his flannel jacket , and got into his coat . `` We 'll find him ; do n't worry , dear , '' he said . They found him within an hour .