two o'clock
For a time they threatened to encroach upon a golden afternoon . A lady had sent in an inquiry about a winter top ; Mrs. LeMasters was having trouble with her doors squeaking . They could just as well have waited until Monday . It was two o'clock when he finally quieted Mrs. LeMasters , using a small oil can on the hinges and a few honeyed words upon her ruffled spirits . He drew a deep breath of exasperation and relief as he clambered into his car and drove away . He looked at his watch , paused a moment in deep thought , stopping his car dead in the middle of the street and was almost run over from behind by a nervous , excitable `` flivver . '' The driver waved at him wildly , shouting obscenities as he swerved past and went careening down the street .