In a day or two.

You'll have to hang about, for the order may come any time, and I don't know how or when they'll send you." Peter did hang about, for ten days, with his kit packed.

His recently acquired calm forsook him about the sixth day, and on the tenth he was entirely mutinous.

At lunch he voiced his grievances to the general mess.
"Look here, you men," he said, "I'm fed up to the back teeth.

I've hung round this blessed camp for more than a week waiting for that infernal movement order, and I'm hanged if I'm going to stay in any more.