about two o'clock in the morning
Then again , the dead got the better of it . As a rule , the poorer the people we served the more weddings we helped to celebrate , and if the heroes and heroines of them did not live happy ever after , at least they lived together . There is no hour of the day or night that William has not sanctified with somebody 's marriage vows . Once , about two o'clock in the morning , there was a furious rap at the door of the parsonage . William stuck his head out of the window overhead and beheld a red-faced young farmer standing in the moonlight , holding the hand of his sweetheart , who was looking up at him with the expression that a white rose wears in a storm . `` Come down and tie us , Parson , '' called the groom . `` You ai n't got time to dress .