five o'clock
They had lunch together . All that afternoon they paddled about in the river and came home with hair wet and nerves sagging . Friday passed , a long dreary day . By the time five o'clock arrived Joe would willingly have sunk down on the cement pavement in some shaded corner , just to take his mind from the grip of the traffic . There was nothing in the selling of motor cars to give his mind anything to bite on . What was it kept him going , he asked himself ? The answer suggested itself to him , but he shook it off and mused on .