ten o'clock
She seemed to be sitting in a golden shower , and she liked it . No sunlight ever made her blink , or screw her face into wrinkles . She throve in it like a rose-tree . At ten o'clock , one of the slow-moving sleds , out that day in premonition of a `` spell o ' weather , '' swung laboriously into her yard and ground its way up to the side-door . The sled was empty , save for a rocking-chair where sat an enormous woman enveloped in shawls , her broad face surrounded by a pumpkin hood . Her dark brown front came low over her forehead , and she wore spectacles with wide bows , which gave her an added expression of benevolence . She waved a mittened hand to Amelia when their eyes met , and her heavy face broke up into smiles .