nine o'clock
Quit making those funny noises . Honey -- for God 's sake -- quit ! '' Jastrow the Granite Jaw did quit , so suddenly , so completely , his face turned outward toward the purpling meadows , and his mouth slightly open , that a mirror held finally and frantically against it did not so much as cloud . At nine o'clock there drew up outside the coolie-faced house one of those small tin motor-cars which are tiny mile-scavengers to the country road . With a thridding of engine and a play of lamps which turned green landscape , gray , it drew up short , a rattling at the screen door following almost immediately . `` Doctor , that you ? O my God !