two o'clock
Morris did not see the sunshine then upon the distant hills , although it lay there just as purple as before Katy came , bringing blackness and pain when heretofore she had only brought him joy and gladness . There was a moment of darkness , in which the hills , the pond , the sun setting , and Katy seemed a great ways off to Morris , trying so hard to be calm , and mentally asking for help to do so . But Katy 's hat , which she swung in her hand , had become entangled in the vines encircling one of the pillars of the piazza , and so she did not notice him until all traces of his agitation were past , and he could talk with her concerning Wilford , and then playfully lifting her basket he asked what she had come to get . This was not the first time the great house had rendered a like service to the little house , and so Katy did not blush when she explained how her mother wanted Morris ' forks , and saltcellars , and spoons , and would he be kind enough to bring the castor over himself , and come to dinner to-morrow at two o'clock ? -- and would he go after Mr. Cameron ? The forks , and saltcellars , and spoons , and castor were cheerfully promised , while Morris consented to go for the guest ; and then Katy came to the rest of her errand , the part distasteful to her , inasmuch as it might look like throwing disrespect upon Uncle Ephraim -- honest , unsophisticated Uncle Ephraim -- who would come to the table in his shirt sleeves . This was the burden of her grief -- the one thing she dreaded most , inasmuch as she knew by experience how such an act was looked upon by Mr. Cameron , who , never having lived in the country a day in his life , except as he was either guest or traveler , could not make due allowance for these little departures from refinement , so obnoxious to people of his training .