two o'clock
`` Catch me telling tales ! '' returned Alan , with some dignity . `` That 's not in my line , Poll ; and not on you , anyway . '' With an appearance of great carelessness , Polly strolled out to the hammock soon after two o'clock that afternoon , and settled herself , book in hand . But for the next hour , there was little reading done , for Polly 's gray eyes often wandered from the pages before her , and fixed themselves on the distant corner around which the Shepard family must come . It was a long hour of waiting , and Polly had begun to think that the train must have been wrecked by the way , when the distant , shrill whistle was heard . At the sound , she drew herself into a more dignified position , settled her skirts about her and fell to reading with a will .