about 2 o'clock
I am going to see this game through a knothole in the fence I rented from a boy who has the knothole concession at the baseball park . '' `` No , you do n't , '' said Uncle Ike , `` you will go in the gate like a gentleman . No nephew of mine is going to grow up and be a knothole audience . You get two or three of your chums and come around here about 2 o'clock , and I will go with you , and stand between you and the sluggers , and see this game out . I do n't want to go , and detest the game , but I will go to please you , '' and the old man looked wise and fatherly . `` Oh , you do n't want to go , like the way the woman kept tavern in Michigan , '' said the boy , as he edged toward the door . `` How was it that the woman kept the hotel in Michigan ? ''