three o'clock
The grip of the primaeval had laid hold of her heart ! When she again gazed across the thin rose vapour , disappearing rapidly under the first rays of the sun , hot , scalding tears were streaming down her face . With the breaking of the full dawn the Clown called the old dog , rose and stretched himself , and , noticing Alice awake , whispered : `` Good mornin ' , -- how d'ye stand it ? Kinder coolish , war n't it , ` long ` bout three o'clock ? '' Alice placed her finger on her lips . `` Yes -- let 'em sleep , '' whispered the Clown . He rose , drew on his brogans and tiptoed noiselessly out to the ashes of the dead fire .