three o'clock
`` I 'm not going to burn it for this little walk . Hurry , or we 'll be late . '' They reached the school house just as the first bell rang , and all that afternoon first Meg , then Bobby , would glance at the windows , fearful lest they see the whirling white flakes that would mean they could not go after the eggs . But three o'clock came and still no snow . `` I said it would n't ! '' announced Bobby triumphantly , meeting Meg at the door , for he had had to go down to the cellar and borrow a match from the janitor to light the little charcoal stove Mother Blossom had given him to carry in his pocket . `` Feel how warm . ''