five o'clock
`` You need n't take my head off , '' laughed Josie ; `` now I 'll go home and leave you , and you may stay all night for all I care . '' `` I will , before I will deceive anybody , '' resented Marjorie stoutly . Without another word Josie donned sack and hood and went out , leaving the door ajar and the cold air to play about Marjorie 's feet . But five o'clock came and the work was done ! More than one or two tears fell slowly on the neat writing on Marjorie 's slate ; the schoolroom was cold and she was shivering and hungry . It would have been such a treat to read the last chapter in the `` Lucy '' book ; she might have curled her feet underneath her and drawn her shawl closer ; but it was so late , and what would they think at home ? She was ashamed to go home .