about three o'clock
But what do you say to askin ' cook to save the bits and bones while there 's no one to feed him ? I 'll take 'em every day as I go home from work . What do you say ? '' `` Yes , of course , '' cried Tom ; and from that day the ugly mongrel was regularly fed , but after the first feeding it did not trouble David to take the food , but left its master 's side about three o'clock every afternoon , and came and fetched the food itself . `` Which it 's only nat ` ral , '' said David , with a grim smile ; `` for if ever I did see a dog as had ribs that looked as if they 'd been grown into a basket to hold meat , that dog is Pete Warboys ' ; but I hope as good meat and bones 'll do something to make his hair grow decent , for he 's a reg ` lar worser as he is . '' It was about a fortnight after the accident , that Tom was returning one day from Mother Warboys ' cottage , where the old woman had sat scowling at him , while Pete lay back perfectly helpless , and smiled faintly at his visitor , when he met Mrs Fidler by the gate looking out for him . `` There 's some one come from London to see you , Master Tom . ''