four o'clock
It was past midnight when we heard the blast of a whistle to the north , and when the train from Oak Cliff pulled in Mr. Harding was the first one to swing to the station platform . `` Well , well , well ! '' he exclaimed , releasing his daughter 's arms from his neck , holding her at arm 's length and then kissing her again . `` Is this the way you call for me at four o'clock ? Where 's Smith ? Hello , Smith ! Where 's the red buzz wagon ? ''