two o'clock
For poor Mrs. Lennox was pushing her chair every few minutes over to the door , where she would stand , her face all one anxious frown , straining her eyes for a glimpse of the small figure trudging up the road . She had made the blueberry dumpling that Fidelia loved for dinner , and it was keeping warm on the back of the stove . Neither she nor Aunt Maria had eaten a mouthful . When two o'clock came Mrs. Lennox broke down entirely . `` Oh dear ! '' she wailed ; `` oh dear ! I ought to have known better than to let her go . ''