"Day before rent day."
The corner of the lady's mouth twitched, and Nance glanced at her suspiciously.
"Can you repeat these numbers after me? Four, seven, nine, three, ten, six, fourteen."
Nance was convinced now that the lady was crazy, but she rattled them off glibly.
"Very good! Now if the little hand of your clock was at twelve, and the big hand at three, what time would it be?"
Nance pondered the matter deeply.
"Five after twelve!" she answered triumphantly.
"No; try again."
Nance was eager to oblige, but she had the courage of her convictions and held her point.
"Wouldn't it be a quarter past?" suggested the examiner.