four o'clock
Homeburg is a good town , and it makes its girls behave even if it has to half kill them . You have n't any idea , Jim , how much bustle and noise and excitement and general enthusiasm a passenger train can put into a small town for a few minutes . Just imagine yourself in Homeburg on a cold winter afternoon . It 's four o'clock . The sun has stood the climate as long as it can and is getting ready to duck for shelter behind the dreary fields to the west . If you ran an automobile a mile a minute down the walk on Main Street you would n't have to toot for a soul . Now and then a farmer comes out of a store , takes a half hitch on the muffler around his neck , puts on his bearskin gloves and unties his rig .