three o'clock
Since I 've begun to write you , as in old days when you were in the flesh , I 've felt your advice come to me in electric flashes . I 'm sure I do n't just imagine this . It 's real , dear Padre , and makes all the difference to me that a rope flung out over dark waters would make to a drowning man . At three o'clock I was in the garden . It was cold , but I did n't care . Besides , I was too excited to feel the chill . I wanted to be out of doors because there would be people about , and no chance for Julian to try and kiss my hand -- no vulgar temptation for me to box his ears !