four o'clock
asked Wilson . `` Well , I do n't know . I have thought several times since , that she was a bit quieter , and more womanly-like ; more gentle , and more blushing , and not so riotous and noisy . She comes in , toward four o'clock , when afternoon church was loosing , and she goes and hangs her bonnet up on the old nail we used to call hers , while she lived with us . I remember thinking what a pretty lass she was , as she sat on a low stool by Mary , who was rocking herself , and in rather a poor way . She laughed and cried by turns , but all so softly and gently , like a child , that I could n't find in my heart to scold her , especially as Mary was fretting already . One thing I do remember I did say , and pretty sharply too .