Five o'clock
` Grandfather ! ' he thought without sequence , and took out his watch . He could not see the hands , but he set the repeater going . ` Five o'clock ! ' His grandfather 's first gold hunter watch , butter-smooth with age -- all the milling worn from it , and dented with the mark of many a fall . The chime was like a little voice from out of that golden age , when they first came from St. John 's Wood , London , to this house -- came driving with grandfather in his carriage , and almost instantly took to the trees . Trees to climb , and grandfather watering the geranium-beds below !