morning, about six o'clock
And the wind was blowing west last night : 't is with a west wind it sounds the plainest . '' `` May-be 't was that , my friend , '' said the woman , taking up the pail to fetch the water from the well across the common . But she kept looking around her , with a half-frightened , half-expectant glance , all the way . For several days the halting step was not heard again , and Louise had nearly forgotten her fright , when one morning , about six o'clock , when Peter was out getting up his lobster pots , Louise , with her head still buried in the bed-clothes , suddenly heard -- or thought she heard -- the sound again . She started up and listened : there could be no doubt about it ; someone was approaching the cottage at the back -- some one who was lame . She hurried on some clothes and looked out of the door -LRB- the cabin had no window -RRB- . In the glittering morning light , the expanse of level shore and common was as desolate as ever .