two o'clock
The inventor glanced anxiously through a window . `` No , but it 's such a very short train-run . Pouf ! only six miles on the two o'clock express bound north , why -- why ! the very train that you and I will be taking , later , Daddy-man , along in May , when you try out experiments with that little model rocket you 're working on now , upon old Mount Greylock -- highest mountain of the State . Oh-h ! if ever a girl 's thumb itched , mine does to press the little electric button and start it off , to fly up a couple of hundred miles , or so , to send you back your golden egg , siree -- the first record from space .