three o'clock
They do n't pay no more attention to a ` No Trespassing ' sign than they would to a woodchuck 's tracks . The only thing to do is watch , and when you see 'em turn in through the bars off the main road , you come down and let me know , and telephone over for Hannibal Hicks to come and ketch 'em . Hannibal ai n't doin ' nothin ' to earn his fifteen dollars a year as constable ` round here , and we ought to help him out if we can . '' So to-day , it was Kit 's turn to watch the huckleberry patch from the cupola room , and along towards three o'clock she beheld a trig-looking red-wheeled , black-bodied wagon , drawn unmistakably by a livery horse , pull up at the pasture bars , and its driver calmly and shamelessly hitch there . He took out of the wagon not a burlap bag , but a tan leather hand bag of generous size , and also something else that looked like a capacious box with a handle to it . `` Camouflage , '' said Kit to herself , scornfully . `` He 's going to fill them with our berries , and then make believe he 's selling books . ''