twelve o'clock
They were making the six hours ' trip to the big forest for a month 's holiday , and it seemed to each one of the four that they had been in the train a long , long time . In the racks above their heads were coats and cameras , suit-cases and summer hats , and a long cardboard box , originally intended for `` Gents ' medium , ribbed , white , '' but now carrying fringed napkins and the remains of a luncheon . It had all been planned a hundred times , under the big lamp in the Sausalito sitting-room . The twelve o'clock train -- Farwoods Station at five -- an hour 's ride in the stage -- six o'clock . Then they would be at the cabin , and another hour -- say -- would be spent in the simplest of housewarming . A fire must be built to dry bedding after the long months , and to cook bacon and eggs , and just enough unpacking to find night-wear and sheets . That must do for the first night .