two o'clock
There was the little coppery head . The baby was lying on his back , and over his face , carefully folded into a square , was her apron , the one Eugene Martin had torn away from her . The baby was dead . Tenney did not come home until two o'clock . When he drove into the yard he found Tira there , standing on the step . This was a day of clear sunlight , like that of yesterday , and the breeze moved her light rings of hair . Tenney glanced at her once , but , saying nothing , got out and began to unharness .