three
o'clock on summer afternoons
People say I am like the picture of my great-grandfather -LRB- the great-great-great-nephew of the ghost -RRB- . He must have been a wonderful old gentleman by all accounts . Sometimes nurse says to us , `` Have your own way , and you 'll live the longer , '' and it always makes me think of great-grandfather , who had so much of his own way , and lived to be nearly a hundred . I remember my father telling us how his sisters had to visit their old granny for months at a time , and how he shut the shutters at three o'clock on summer afternoons , and made them play dummy whist by candle light . `` Did n't you and your brothers go ? '' asked Uncle Patrick , across the dinner-table . My father laughed .