about 5 o'clock
Dicky opened his mouth , evidently to remind me that my fatigue was of sudden development , but closed it again , and turned in silence toward the railroad station . We had a silent journey back . Neither Dicky nor I spoke , except to exchange the veriest commonplaces . We reached home about 5 o'clock to Katie 's surprise . `` I 'll hurry , get dinner , '' she said , evidently much flurried . `` We 're not very hungry , Katie , '' I said . `` Some cold meat and bread and butter , those little potato cakes you make so nicely , some sliced bananas for Mr. Graham and some coffee -- that will be sufficient . ''