about three o'clock
It 's a pity you 're a little gal . Well , you must tend to your knittin ' - work and your spinnin ' . Now you 'd better run home , an ' do n't you ever come stealin ' my berries again , or you 'll run faster than they did at Lexington . '' And so it happened that Mirandy went home , about three o'clock of that summer afternoon , carrying her new shoes in her berry bucket , and Cap'n Moseby limped along at her side . Mirandy did not know that he went to explain matters to her mother , so that she should not be dealt with too severely , but she was surprised that she received so small a chiding . `` Do n't you ever let me hear of your doing such a thing again , '' said her mother ; and that was all she said . The next Sunday Mirandy went up the aisle clattering bravely in little Ezra Moseby 's shoes , and she could not help looking often at them during the sermon .