two o'clock
Lydia was capably mixing the filling for sandwiches . Outside , the morning was still ; fog dripped from the trees . Sometimes the sudden sputtering chuckle of disputing chickens broke the quiet ; a fish cart rattled by unseen , the blare of the horn sending Mrs. Monroe with a large empty platter to the gate . At two o'clock Lydia and Martie walked down town for the last shopping . Martie was aware , under the drumming excitement in her blood , that she was already tired . But to buy bottled cherries for the lemonade , olives for the sandwiches , and flat pink and white mint candies was exhilarating , and Reddy Johnson 's cheery `` See you to-night , Martie ! '' made her blue eyes dance with pleasure .