about four in the afternoon
I have had to put him in charge of an orphan . Sadie Kate , with a very housewifely air , is this moment sitting cross-legged on the hearth rug sewing buttons on his overcoat while he is upstairs tending babies . You would never believe it , but Sandy and I are growing quite confidential in a dour Scotch fashion . It has become his habit , when homeward bound after his professional calls , to chug up to our door about four in the afternoon , and make the rounds of the house to make sure that we are not developing cholera morbus or infanticide or anything catching , and then present himself at four-thirty at my library door to talk over our mutual problems . Does he come to see me ? Oh , no , indeed ; he comes to get tea and toast and marmalade . The man hath a lean and hungry look .