three o'clock
He had eaten but little breakfast and he needed a fresh supply of food to restore his strength . How he could hold out till evening he could not tell . Already his head began to ache and he felt weary and listless . He was left to work alone , for Mr. Badger usually indulged himself in the luxury of an after-dinner nap , lasting till at least three o'clock . As he was plodding along suddenly he heard his name called in a cheery voice : `` Hello , Bill ! '' Looking up , he saw Dick Schmidt , the son of a neighbor , a good-natured boy , whom he looked upon as almost his only friend . `` Hello , Dick ! ''