two o'clock
So alive are these letters with the passion of youth in long forgotten years that the writer ties the old ribbon and returns them to their tomb with a feeling of sadness , finding a singular pathos in the contrast of their look and their contents . They are turning to dust but the soul of them has gone into this little history . The young man and woman mounted their horses and resumed their journey . It was after two o'clock . The Grand Prairie lay ahead of them . The settlement of Plain 's End was twenty-one miles away on its farther side . They could just see its tall oak trees in the dim distance .