about three o'clock
There was a kind of a far off , batty look in his eyes as he stood there on the corner , and a drop of brine was tricklin ' down one side of his nose . So we never says a word , but just shakes hands , him goin ' his way , and me mine . `` Chee ! '' says Swifty Joe , when I shows up , along about three o'clock , `` you must have been puttin ' away a hearty lunch ! '' `` It wa 'n' t that kept me , '' says I. `` I was helpin ' hand a late one to Marthy . '' Then again , there 's other kinds from other States , and no two of 'em alike . They float in from all quarters , some on ten-day excursions , and some with no return ticket .