four o'clock
Let 's me out of singing in the choir to-morrow -- I mean to-day ! Who wants another drink ? '' Birdie did , and another ten minutes was lost while they went around to the refreshment room . The storm was at its height when at four o'clock they started on that mad drive home . The shrieking wind , the wet , slippery streets , the lightning flashing against the blurred wind-shield , the crashes of thunder that drowned all other sounds , were sufficient to try the nerves of the steadiest driver . But Mac sped his car through it with reckless disregard , singing , despite his hoarseness , with Birdie and Monte , and shouting laughing defiance as the lightning played . Nance sat very straight beside him with her eyes on the road ahead .