five o'clock
She felt as if she could eat something herself . `` At this rate , '' she told herself , `` I 'll be as fat as a _ pig _ ! '' She thought , as she moved about , to look down at the little wrist-watch that had been one of Francis 's ante-bellum gifts to her . And it was half-past five o'clock . Then it came to her that by the time she had something cooked and they had made the distance back to the lodge it would be time for the dance , and therefore that this meal would have to be supper at least . It was more fun than cooking in the kitchenette of the apartment , because there was elbow-room . Marjorie 's housewifely soul had always secretly chafed under having to prepare food in a kitchen that only half of you could be in at a time .