six o'clock
Fine old Leisure ! Do not be severe upon him , and judge him by our modern standard . He never went to Exeter Hall , or heard a popular preacher , or read Tracts for the Times or Sartor Resartus . The Harvest Supper As Adam was going homeward , on Wednesday evening , in the six o'clock sunlight , he saw in the distance the last load of barley winding its way towards the yard-gate of the Hall Farm , and heard the chant of `` Harvest Home ! '' rising and sinking like a wave . Fainter and fainter , and more musical through the growing distance , the falling dying sound still reached him , as he neared the Willow Brook . The low westering sun shone right on the shoulders of the old Binton Hills , turning the unconscious sheep into bright spots of light ; shone on the windows of the cottage too , and made them a-flame with a glory beyond that of amber or amethyst .