five o'clock
I had only seen Grand ` ther Warren at odd intervals . He rarely came to our house ; when he did , he rode down on the top of the Barmouth stagecoach , returning in a few hours . As mother never liked to go to Barmouth , she seldom came to see me . It was five o'clock on Saturday afternoon when father left me . Aunt Mercy continued her preparations for tea , and when it was ready , went to the foot of the stairs , and called , `` Supper . '' Grand ` ther came down immediately followed by two tall , cadaverous women , Ruth and Sally Aikin , tailoresses , who sewed for him spring and fall . Living several miles from Barmouth , they stayed through the week , going home on Saturday night , to return on Monday morning .