seven minutes after three
Last time he had given Penrod a silver dollar . At thirty-five minutes after two , Wednesday afternoon , Uncle Joe 's train came into the station , and Uncle Joe got out and shouted among his relatives . At eighteen minutes before three he was waving to them from the platform of the last car , having just slipped a two-dollar bill into Penrod 's breast-pocket . And , at seven minutes after three , Penrod opened the door of the largest `` music store '' in town . A tall , exquisite , fair man , evidently a musical earl , stood before him , leaning whimsically upon a piano of the highest polish . The sight abashed Penrod not a bit -- his remarkable financial condition even made him rather peremptory . `` See here , '' he said brusquely : `` I want to look at that big horn in the window . ''