Four o'clock
Scott was leaning against the post of the veranda , still looking at the mountains . Suddenly he turned . `` Little girl , I think you 'd better be going in and getting a few hours of sleep , '' he said . `` Four o'clock comes along awfully early in the morning . '' Polly said nothing . She picked up the serape again and turned to go . Then she came back again , holding out her hand .