one o'clock
When the dinner dishes were disposed of , Janet took her sunbonnet and started off for Bluff Head . The day was hot and the road dusty . The sunbonnet , as a feminine requisite of old Quinton , was desirable ; but Janet swung hers from her arm , thereby satisfying Mrs. Grundy 's demands and not interfering with her own rights . At one o'clock , in the Quinton of that day , the city boarders were eating _ en masse _ , and the Quintonites , in various capacities , were serving them ; so the girl on the highway had the place to herself . The lighthouse rose red and gleaming from Cap'n David 's garden spot ; the bay , blue and rippling , spread in and out of its tiny sub-bays where the land stretched like five fingers of a hand , with the blue water in between . To the west lay the Hills in their `` artistic desolation , '' and to the north of them The Bluff , with Mr. Devant 's long-closed house gracing the summit . It mattered little to Janet whether Eliza Jane Smith was in command of Bluff Head or not .