about one o'clock
It recalled to the mulatto 's mind some of Fabre 's lovely descriptions . It reminded him of two or three books on entomology which he had left in his mother 's cabin . He felt he ought to go after them while the spiders were migrating . He suddenly made up his mind he would go at once , as soon as he had had dinner ; somewhere about one o'clock . He looked again at the Arkwright house . The thought of walking down the street with Cissie , to get his books , quickened his heart . He was still at the window when his door opened and old Rose entered with his dinner .