one o'clock
It 's from Mr. McDonald , the druggist . He 's been on a little hunting trip and this morning sent over the finest , fattest little quail you ever saw . On the card was written : ` Dear Captain : I filled this prescription for you myself , independent of the doctors , but I think they will approve . Take it to-morrow at one o'clock and see if you do n't feel better . ' Is n't it a cunning idea ? It is to be the last thing put in before grandfather is brought into the library , Emily , so do n't let us forget it . '' `` I wo n't , '' promised Emily ; `` but where are you going to put all those bottles of wine and brandy , Aunt Alice ?