two in the morning
Fiderson made one of his impatient little gestures , but Mr. Martin drowned his first words with a loud fit of coughing . `` Well , sir , '' he observed , `` I read that ` Leg-long ' book down home ; and I heard two or three countries , and especially ourn , had gone middling crazy over it ; it seemed kind of funny that _ we _ should , too , so I thought I better come up and see it for myself , how it _ was _ , on the stage , where you could _ look _ at it ; and -- I expect they done it as well as they could . But when that little boy , that 'd always had his board and clothes and education free , saw that he 'd jest about talked himself to death , and called for the press notices about his christening to be read to him to soothe his last spasms -- why , I was n't overly put in mind of Melville Bickner . '' Mr. Martin 's train left for Plattsville at two in the morning . Little Fiderson and I escorted him to the station . As the old fellow waved us good-bye from within the gates , Fiderson turned and said : `` Just the type of sodden-headed old pioneer that you could n't hope to make understand a beautiful thing like ` L'Aiglon ' in a thousand years . I thought it better not to try , did n't you ? ''