six o'clock
`` Do n't let 's talk about it , '' said Molly , as she took her eleventh ginger-snap from the plate ; `` we ca n't help it , and we may as well look on the bright side . Let 's write letters to each other this winter ; shall we ? '' `` Yes , indeed , '' said Stella ; `` I 'll write you every week , Marjorie , and you must write to me , and we 'll all send each other Christmas presents , and , of course ` Breezy Inn ' will be shut up for the winter anyway , I suppose . '' `` I suppose it will , '' said Marjorie , `` and I s ` pose it 's time for us to go now ; it 's six o'clock . '' There was a little choke in her voice as she said this , and a little mist in her eyes as she looked for the last time at the familiar treasures of `` Breezy Inn . '' Stella was weeping undisguisedly , and with her wet little mop of a handkerchief pressed into her eyes , she could scarcely see her way down the ladder . But Uncle Steve , who came across the fields to meet them , promptly put a stop to this state of things .