four o'clock
Beryl Mae Macomber in her sport shirt and trouserettes complained constantly about the odious wretches along Main Street and Fourth , where the post office was . She could n't stop even twenty minutes in front of the post office , minding her own business and waiting for some one she knew to come along and get her mail for her , without having dozens of men stop and ogle her . That , of course , was during the first two weeks after she took to going for the mail , though the eternal feminine in Beryl Mae probably thought the insulting glances was going to keep up forever . `` I watched the poor child one day along in the third week , waiting there in front of the post office after the four o'clock mail , and no one hardly ogled her at all except some rude children out from school . What made it more pitiful , leaning right there against the post office front was Jack Shiels , Sammie Hamilton , and little old Elmer Cox , Red Gap 's three town rowdies that ai n't done a stroke of work since the canning factory closed down the fall before , creatures that by rights should have been leering at the poor child In all her striking beauty . But , no ; the brutes stand there looking at nothing much until Jack Shiels stares a minute at this horse Beryl Mae is on and pipes up : ` Why , say , I thought Pierce let that little bay runt go to the guy that was in here after polo ponies last Thursday . I sure did . '