noon
`` I was stung , '' said Mr. Brown , gloomily , and rubbed his forehead . During the following day the occupants of the lightkeeper 's dwelling saw little or nothing of the newcomers at the bungalow . Brown , his forehead resembling a section of a relief map of the Rocky Mountains , remained indoors as much as possible , working when there was anything to do , and reading back-number magazines when there was not . Seth went , as usual , to his room soon after noon . His slumbers must , however , have been fitful ones , for several times the substitute assistant , turning quickly , saw the bedroom door swing silently shut . The third time that this happened he ran to the door and threw it open in season to catch Mr. Atkins in an undignified dive for the bed . A tremendous snore followed the dive .