four o'clock
She was crimson now as she rose from the porch step and turned away from him to go into the house . Jake Getz realized , as with a sort of dull wonder his eyes followed her , that there was a something in his daughter 's face this day , and in the bearing of her young frame as she walked before him , which he was not wont to see , which he did not understand , and with which he felt he could not cope . The vague sense of uneasiness which it gave him strengthened his resolve to crush , with a strong hand , this budding insubordination . Two uneventful weeks passed by , during which Tillie 's quiet and dutiful demeanor almost disarmed her father 's threatening watchfulness of her ; so that when , one Sunday afternoon , at four o'clock , she returned from a walk to her Aunty Em Wackernagel 's , clad in the meek garb of the New Mennonites , his amazement at her intrepidity was even greater than his anger . The younger children , in high glee at what to them was a most comical transformation in their elder sister , danced around her with shrieks of laughter , crying out at the funny white cap which she wore , and the prim little three-cornered cape falling over her bosom , designed modestly to cover the vanity of woman 's alluring form . Mrs. Getz , mechanically moving about the kitchen to get the supper , paused in her work only long enough to remark with stupid astonishment , `` Did you , now , get religion , Tillie ? '' `` Yes , ma'am .