two o'clock
I never was a reader , never remember wasting a ' hour on a book in my life , and yet I never saw the time that I was n't able to hold my own with any Gusty living . '' `` In short , '' said Hinton , sympathetically , `` to quote a noted novelist , you have never considered it necessary to add the incident of learning to the accident of brains . '' Mrs. Gusty tied her bonnet-strings in a firmer knot as she looked at him uncertainly , then , not deigning to cast another glance in the direction of her daughter , who was disappearing up the stairs , swept out of the house . Hinton looked at his watch ; it was not yet two o'clock . The afternoon threatened to be a foretaste of eternity . He went out on the porch and lay in the hammock , with his hands clasped across his eyes . He could no longer see to read or to write .