two o'clock
Most of the girls were pretty , but there were people of all sorts of shapes and sizes ; and you ca n't conceive how the pretty , just right ones , back in rocking-chairs on the veranda after luncheon , looked at the plain , just wrong ones who ventured to amble past them in humble quest of other chairs . Good gracious _ me _ ! I would n't have run that gauntlet for any prize less than winning Jack 's love , unless I simply _ adored _ my own clothes and features ! Toward two o'clock we got away , still feeling as if we 'd been pawed over and rejected in a bargain sale . But though eyes stared coldly , flags waved over the hotel as if in our honour , music played , and breezes blew . All the same we were quite glad to get to a peaceful , countrylike ferry which would take us from the island of humiliation to a harbour where no one would know what had happened -- namely , Sag Harbor on the right or lower claw , according to Jack , or the left leg , according to me . There 's a perfect flotilla of miniature islands in between the claws , and people live on them or spend summers on them .