one o'clock
` One quarter of an hour more , Myra , and I shall have finished my work , and then I will throw my clothes over your feet , and I hope you will be a little warmer . ' `` Myra sighed , and lifted up her head , and leaning upon her arm watched the progress of her sister as she plied the needle to her work . '' ` How slowly , ' said Myra , ` you do get along . It is one o'clock , and you have not finished yet . ' '' ` I can not work fast , Myra , and neatly too ; my hands are not so delicate and nimble as yours . ' and smiling a little , she added : ` Such swelled clumsy things , I can not get over the ground nimbly and well at the same time . You are a fine race horse , and I a drudging pony .