four P.M
But when Bog was at his business , he was not above his business . And he felt none the less attached to his old clothes because they were two inches too short in the legs and arms , and pinched him a little in all directions . But Bog had a better suit , made of neat gray cloth , which he wore upon occasions . These occasions happened daily between three and four P.M. . During that interval , it always fell out that Bog had no work to do which he could not postpone as well as not . And whether it rained or shone , the occasions brought him , like an inexorable fate , through the street where Miss Pillbody 's school was situated . He would first stride smartly up the opposite sidewalk , whistling , and cast ardent glances at the lower windows of Miss Pillbody 's school , shaded by green curtains with gold borders .