noon
One day in February there was a half-holiday . Lloyd 's was shut for the rest of the day , for his brother in St. Louis was dead , and had been brought to Rowe to be buried , and his funeral was at two o'clock . `` Goin ' to the funeral , old man ? '' one of Andrew 's fellow-workmen had asked , jostling him as he went out of the shop at noon . Before Andrew could answer , another voice broke in fiercely . It belonged to Joseph Atkins , who was ghastly that day . `` I ai n't goin ' to no funerals , '' he said ; `` guess they wo n't shut up shop for mine . ''