five o'clock
She loitered along slowly ; after the rush of home it was good to loiter . Even the blazing sun was restful compared with home and its unending demands . Rosie covered the ground at snail 's pace , resting at the least provocation of shade , and stopping to look at the least hint of anything happening or likely to happen . It was five o'clock when she reached home again , and time to give Geraldine her afternoon bath . Mrs. O'Brien was still at the ironing-board and Rosie had to shift clothes-horses to find a place on the floor for the big basin . `` Ah , now , and ai n't Rosie the kind sister to be giving Geraldine a nice bath ! '' Mrs. O'Brien began in her usual tone and manner .