Saturday at three o'clock
His boy was n't going up to the big house like a ragamuffin . It came to the Wilbur twin that these days until Saturday were like the days intervening in a house of death until the funeral . He became increasingly shy and uncomfortable . It seemed to him that his brother had passed on , as they said , his mortal remains to be disposed of on Saturday at three o'clock . Having led a good life he would go to heaven , where he would have a pony and a thousand knives if he wanted them . The strain in the house , the excitement of Winona , the periodic , furtive weeping of Mrs. Penniman , the detached , uplifted manner of the chief figure , all confirmed him in this impression . Even Judge Penniman , who had been wont to speak of `` them twins , '' now spoke of `` that boy , '' meaning but the Wilbur twin .