four o'clock
he said at last , striking back at random , and then sitting up he rubbed his eyes . There was Louie sitting opposite to him , crying great tears of rage and pain , now rocking her ankle as if it hurt her , and now dealing cuffs at him . He hastily pulled out his watch . Half-past four o'clock ! ` Yo great gonner , yo ! ' sobbed Louie , her eyes blazing at him through her tears . ` Yo good-for-nowt , yo muffin-yed , yo donkey ! '