four P.M.
He would first stride smartly up the opposite sidewalk , whistling , and cast ardent glances at the lower windows of Miss Pillbody 's school , shaded by green curtains with gold borders . After going two blocks in that direction , he would cross the street , whistling yet , and march boldly up the other sidewalk , past Miss Pillbody 's school , as on an enemy . But if there had been anybody to watch him closely -- as there was not on that thronged street -- that body would have seen that Bog 's cheeks began to blush , and his eyes to be cast down , and his whistle to be fainter , as he hurried by the neat three-story brick building with the polished doorplate and handsome curtains . Then he would loiter for a while in front of McFeeter 's grocery , two corners remote , and gaze from that safe distance with intrepidity upon the abode of enchantment ; after which he would screw his courage up to the point of marching past the house back and forth again , and would then resume his position at McFeeter 's , and wait until four P.M. , or about that time , when the envied door of Miss Pillbody 's establishment would open , and an angel would dazzle upon his sight , with a music book in her hand instead of a harp , and a jaunty little chip bonnet on her head instead of a golden crown . If the harp and crown had suddenly taken their proper places , and a pair of spangled wings had blossomed right out of her shoulders , and the radiant creature , thus equipped , had spread her pinions and soared up to heaven , the boy Bog would hardly have been surprised . As this angel came down the happy front steps to the blessed pavement -LRB- Bog 's mind supplying these adjectives -RRB- , Bog would color up , and sneak off at his best walking pace in the opposite direction . He felt that , if Pet ever saw him , and should ask him what he was doing in that neighborhood , he should melt away in perspiring confusion on the spot .