Sunday at two
o'clock
`` Well , come along , then , '' conceded Grandma . She pulled on her mackinaw and buttoned it . The nights were very cold . The next morning , a placard on the post-office door announced to Lost Chief that a meeting would be held in the log chapel on Sunday at two o'clock ; and by that hour every soul in Lost Chief capable of moving was packed into the little cabin . After his talk with Peter , Douglas had changed his program . The postmaster , not the preacher , sat at the table . He wore a black coat over a blue flannel shirt , a coat that Lost Chief never saw except at funerals or weddings .