three o'clock
It would never happen again ; he was sure of that much . All day he mooned about , a brooding , uneasy figure , speaking to scarcely any one at all , but followed wherever he went by curious eyes . It was late in the afternoon before it occurred to him that he had eaten nothing all day , and that he had failed to deposit the money he had earned that morning . It would be too late now to get into the bank ; the bank , which opened early , closed at three o'clock . To-morrow would do as well . Although he had no zest for food despite his fast , he figured maybe it was the long abstinence which was filling his head with such flighty notions , so he entered a small , smelly lunch-room near the railroad station , and made a pretense of eating an order of ham and eggs . He tried not to notice that the black waiter who served him shrank away from his proximity , shying off like a breechy colt , from the table where Uncle Tobe sat , whenever his business brought him into that part of the place .