five o’clock
`` I do n't believe you wore it here . No one could have taken it . There was n't a soul in this part of the house , except the policeman and he 's locked in . '' At five o'clock we put her to sleep in the den . She was in a fearful temper , and I was glad enough to be able to shut the door on her . Tom Harbison -- that was his name -- helped me to creep upstairs , and wanted to get me a glass of ale to make me sleep . But I said it would be of no use , as I had to get up and get the breakfast .