About six o'clock
I had gone too far now to confess everything to Clara J. She 'd never forgive me . If I told her the facts in the case the long Arctic Winter Night would set in , and I 'd be playing an icicle on the window frame . I felt as lonely as a coal scuttle during the strike . About six o'clock Uncle Peter waded into the sitting room , flushed and happy as a school boy . `` I 've just left the garden , '' he chuckled . `` No , you have n't , '' I said , glancing at his shoes ; `` you 've brought most of it in here with you . '' I never touched him .