five o'clock
`` Just one more favor , parson -- may I put her letters in her hands , myself ? '' `` My son , my son , who but you should do that ? '' I pushed the package across the table . `` Great Scott , parson , here it is striking five o'clock , and you 've been up all night ! '' he exclaimed , anxiously . `` Here -- no more gassing . You come lie down on my bed and snooze a bit .