two o'clock
The Most Wonderful Woman And a Great Man who proves himself truly great It was Old Home Week in the little village , and this was to be the biggest day . From a distant city was to come the town 's one really Great Man , to speak in the huge tent erected on the Common for just that purpose . From end to end the village was aflame with bunting and astir with excitement , so that even I , merely a weary sojourner in the place , felt the thrill and tingled pleasantly . When the Honorable Jonas Whitermore entered the tent at two o'clock that afternoon I had a good view of him , for my seat was next the broad aisle . Behind him on the arm of an usher came a small , frightened-looking little woman in a plain brown suit and a plainer brown bonnet set askew above thin gray hair . The materials of both suit and bonnet were manifestly good , but all distinction of line and cut was hopelessly lost in the wearing . Who she was I did not know ; but I soon learned , for one of the two young women in front of me said a low something to which the other gave back a swift retort , woefully audible : '' _ His wife _ ?