five o'clock
He went on up the hill toward his patrol cabin , tossing his hat in the air and trying to catch it on his head . As luck would have it , just before he entered the little rustic home of sorrow , the hat landed plunk on his head , a little to the back and very much to the side , and he let it remain in that rakish posture when he entered . The effect was not pleasing to his comrades and scoutmaster . At five o'clock every seat around the open air platform was occupied . Every bench out of Scout Chapel , the long boards on which the hungry multitude lined up at supper-time , every chair from Council Shack and Main Pavilion , and many a trunk and cedar chest from tents and cabins and a dozen other sorts of makeshift seating accommodations were laid under contribution for the gala occasion . And even these were not enough , for the whole neighboring village turned out in a body , and gaping summer boarders strolled into the camp in little groups , thankful for something to do and see . There was plenty doing .