five o'clock
At first I thowt it were nobbut a sheep , but when I 'd keeked at it a bit langer I knew it were n't a sheep at all ; ` twere a lass o ' about t ' same size as misel . '' At this point in the story alertness of mind was depicted on the face of every listener . Joe Moon 's tongue , as agile as a lizard 's , had up to now been revolving like a windmill round the lower half of his face , questing after treacly crumbs which had adhered to his cheeks ; but at the mention of the girl by the waterfall it ceased from its labours , and the tightly closed mouth and straining eyes showed that he was not losing a word . `` Queerest thing about t ' lass were this , '' Grannie continued , `` shoo were nakt , as nakt as ony hen-egg , an ' that at five o'clock on a frosty April morn . Eh ! but it made me dither to see her stannin ' theer wi ' niver a shift to her back . Well , I crept close to t ' gert stone an ' kept my een on her .