five o'clock in the
afternoon
For a delicious week Skippy sailed into the future on the magic carpet of his imagination . He dreamed through the long dull hours of recitations ; he dreamed when huddled in sweater he watched the scurrying of the baseball candidates ; he dreamed over the prunes at breakfast and the prune whip at night , and in his soft and delicious bed he lay awake for hours planning out the disposal of his future wealth . The week ended , as all weeks must . At precisely five o'clock in the afternoon , with that fine sense of ceremony that was his , Doc Macnooder knocked at the door and entered . `` Well ! '' said Snorky Green and Skippy in joyful chorus . `` Your hats and follow me ! ''