one o'clock
Miss King stopped writing and watched them . The day grew hotter , and the spells of mowing became shorter . Miss King gave up the attempt to write , and lay dreamily gazing at the men , roused to active consciousness now and then by the rasp of the hones against the scythe blades . At one o'clock the men , guessing it to be dinnertime , stopped pretending to work and went away . A few minutes later Miss King , feeling the need of luncheon , disentangled herself from the hammock , bundled her papers together , and went into the house . At two o'clock the men , carrying their scythes , returned to the tennis court , which was nearly half mowed . At half-past two Miss King joined them , and climbed as gracefully as she could into the hammock .