five o'clock Monday
` Send him ` long , ' says I. I thought he gin a queer kind o ' a igiotic laugh , but he said , ` All right , ' and rid along . I went in through ther kitchen and told Aunt Sue -- yo ' remember our old unbleached cook -- that ther school master war a-comin ' to board on Monday night , and she must spread herself . `` Her nose went up inter ther air , and she said : ` H 'm , guess what we gets every day 's good ` nuff for one o ' doze poor white trash teachurs . ' `` Well , ` long ` bout five o'clock Monday evenin ' I war readin ' ther paper , when I hearn a knock at ther door , and same time I hearn Bolus -- thet 's the big collie , yo ' remember -- kinder whinin ' as though he war glad , and bangin the door with his tail . I thought maybe some of ther boys is cum back ; maybe it 's Jim Sedgwick , and I gets up and goes and throws ther door open , and was jest openin ' my mouth to say ` Hello ! ' when I got paralyzed . `` Thar war standin thar a little woman in a black frock thet fitted her like a prayer on a nun 's lips .