five o'clock
Anyhow , I want to see the rent paid , if you do n't mind . I wish ' t you 'd asked that mean old sculpin of a Hen Lord over ; he owns my house an ' it might put a few idees into his head ! '' In the afternoon Nancy took her writing pad and sat on the circular steps , where it was cool . The five o'clock train from Boston whistled at the station a mile away as she gathered her white skirts daintily up and settled herself in the shadiest corner . She was unconscious of the passing time , and scarcely looked up until the rattling of wheels caught her ear . It was the station wagon stopping at the Yellow House gate , and a strange gentleman was alighting . He had an unmistakable air of the town .