five o'clock
`` Shet your head ! '' Uncle Henry cried ; but not angrily -- not now . He laughed when he said it , and was secretly flattered that anyone thought he had such pep at his age and in his condition of semi-invalidism -LRB- for that is all it could be called now -RRB- . It was five o'clock when the Giddings family came . They used the faithful little Ford for the short run ; but they too had a big roadster , painted a flaming red , `` to match the master 's hair , '' Mrs. Quinn put it . Angela , radiant in her motherhood , instantly compared notes with Lucia as to infant symptoms -- not that anything was the matter with either child ; but she loved to be ready for any emergency , and had a natural fear that Panchita might be taken ill in the night sometime ; and was everything in her home medicine-chest , that should be ? Uncle Henry begged to take both children on his lap ; and , holding them firmly , he made his boy push the chair here and there , got `` Red '' to play the once detested harmonica , and had a gay time of it all around the ranch house .