six o'clock
She did not seem so certain about Mrs. Ellsworthy being nice and kind as she was the night before . The third-class carriage in which she had travelled was now nearly empty , and when she at last arrived at Rosebury she was the only passenger to alight . She gave up her ticket and walked out of the station , a forlorn and unnoticed little personage . It was still very early in the morning , not quite six o'clock , and there were very few people about , and the whole place had a strange , deserted , and unhomelike feeling . Could this be the Rosebury where Daisy was born , where she had been so petted and loved ? She did not like its aspect in the cold grey morning light . There was a little drizzling mist falling , and it chilled her and made her shiver .