five o'clock
`` Five ? It 's twelve-now , do n't tell me you counted the strokes , because I did myself . Ai n't it queer we should both git awake at this unearthly hour ? '' `` Well , '' murmured he sleepily now that it was not five o'clock , `` it 's a mighty good hour to go back to sleep ag ` in , I reckon . '' `` I thought I heard a noise outside , '' she persisted . `` I do n't blame you , '' he said , chuckling . `` It 's been out there all night . ''