one o'clock
Being scuffed down all the spring made it grow so much the better , like some folks that had it hard in their youth , and were bound to make the most of themselves before they died . IV . At the Schoolhouse Window ONE DAY I reached the schoolhouse very late , owing to attendance upon the funeral of an acquaintance and neighbor , with whose sad decline in health I had been familiar , and whose last days both the doctor and Mrs. Todd had tried in vain to ease . The services had taken place at one o'clock , and now , at quarter past two , I stood at the schoolhouse window , looking down at the procession as it went along the lower road close to the shore . It was a walking funeral , and even at that distance I could recognize most of the mourners as they went their solemn way . Mrs. Begg had been very much respected , and there was a large company of friends following to her grave . She had been brought up on one of the neighboring farms , and each of the few times that I had seen her she professed great dissatisfaction with town life .