five
minutes past twelve
The train was due , according to the time-table , at eleven forty-five . This time-table , and the signboard of the `` Bayport Hotel '' are the only bits of humorous literature peculiar to our village , unless we add the political editorials of the Bayport Breeze . So , at eleven forty-five , Mr. Lumley was serenely dozing on the baggage truck , which he had wheeled to the sunny side of the platform . At five minutes past twelve , he yawned , stretched , and looked at his watch . Then , rolling off the truck , he strolled to the edge of the platform and spoke authoritatively to `` Dan ' l Webster . '' `` Hi there ! stand still ! ''