five o'clock
`` When yo ' come back from de sto ' , '' she said with frigid dignity , `` stop to de ' rear do ' . I has some corn bread an ' bacon what you can carry ` long wid yo ' , an ' an ole ironin ' blanket fo ' coverin ' . '' Liza muttered her thanks and shuffled on , her distorted figure casting a weird shadow as the blazing sun struck across her path as she entered The Way . It was five o'clock when the reddish sunlight suddenly was blotted out by a huge black cloud . An ominous hush came with the shadows , and with instinctive fear and caution Ann Walden , in the living-room , closed the windows and doors . Cynthia , who was passing through the hall , ran upstairs to do the same , and then returned and stood listlessly by her aunt near the window looking out over the garden place , the little brook , which divided it from the pasture lot below , and the two cows huddling under a clump of trees beside the tiny bridge which spanned the stream . `` I -- do n't like the look of the sky , '' Ann Walden murmured ; `` I reckon it 's going to be a mighty bad storm .