two o'clock
`` My hair is red , '' was all that it announced . With a sniff of amusement Stanton collapsed again into his pillows . For almost an hour then he lay considering solemnly whether a red-headed girl could possibly be pretty . By two o'clock he had finally visualized quite a striking , Juno-esque type of beauty with a figure about the regal height of Cornelia 's , and blue eyes perhaps just a trifle hazier and more mischievous . But the little folded paper marked , `` No. 2 o'clock , '' announced destructively : `` My eyes are brown . And I am _ very _ little . '' With an absurdly resolute intention to `` play the game '' every bit as genuinely as Miss Serial-Letter Co. was playing it , Stanton refrained quite heroically from opening the third dose of news until at least two big , resonant city clocks had insisted that the hour was ripe .