three o'clock
Naïda and Kathleen came across . `` We waited for you as long as we could , '' said his pretty sister , smothering a yawn . `` I 'm horribly sleepy . Duane , it 's three o'clock . Would you mind taking me across to the house ? '' He cast a swift , anxious glance at Geraldine ; her vivid colour , the splendour of her eyes , her feverish laughter were ominous . With her were Gray and Sylvia , rather noisy in their gaiety , and the boisterous Pink ` uns , and Jack Dysart , lingering near , the make-up on his face in ghastly contrast to his ashen pallor and his fixed and unvaried grin .