It jest struck five.

Doggone, it's been blowin' cats and dogs outside, ain't it ?" he yawned.
"Five?
It's twelve-now, don't tell me you counted the strokes, because I did myself.

Ain'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 don't blame you," he said, chuckling.

"It's been out there all night." "I mean something besides the wind.

Sounded like some one walkin' on the front porch." "Now, look here, Eva, you ain't goin' to git me out there in this blizzard--in my stockin' feet--lookin' fer robbers--" "Just the same, Anderson, I'm sure I heard some one.