two o'clock
There was a silence as they walked up-town , which lasted until they entered their lodgings . And by that time they had concluded to go . -LSB- Illustration -RSB- -LSB- Illustration -RSB- So they went , having nothing better on hand , and at two o'clock they sidled into the squatty little theater , shyly sought their reserved seats and sat very still , abashed in the presence of the massed intellects of Manhattan . When Clarence Guilford , the Poet of Simplicity , followed by six healthy , vigorous young daughters , entered the middle aisle of the New Arts Theater , a number of people whispered in reverent recognition : `` Guilford , the poet ! Those are his daughters . They wear nothing but pink pajamas at home .