five o'clock
O gifts with rain and sunshine sent ! The bounty overruns our due , The fulness shames our discontent . '' There was one watcher of all this , and one listener , outside of the Yellow House , that none of the party suspected , and that was Henry Lord , Ph.D. . When he left Mrs. Carey at the gate at five o'clock , he went back to his own house and ordered his supper to be brought him on a tray in his study . He particularly liked this , always , as it freed him from all responsibility of serving his children , and making an occasional remark ; and as a matter of fact everybody was as pleased as he when he ate alone , the occasional meals Olive and Cyril had by themselves being the only ones they ever enjoyed or digested . He studied and wrote and consulted heavy tomes , and walked up and down the room , and pulled out colored plates from portfolios , all with great satisfaction until he chanced to look at the clock when it struck ten . He had forgotten to send for the children as he had promised Mother Carey !