six o'clock
It was slow , tedious , grinding work . `` Glad I did n't go down a couple of miles , '' he thought . And as he backed slowly away , the dry , hot wind came in rattling gusts and swept the dust in yellow eddies after him , bearing the voice of the grasshoppers , the monotone of futility . When at six o'clock he passed through the cool , smelly garage entrance that was wet and shiny with grease and blue with the breathings of many cars , he was met by the `` boss . '' The latter looked critically at the dust-bespattered panels and then at Joe . `` Seems to me you 're spending a lot of time in the country . Do n't need to take 'em all over the earth to show 'em what the car will do .