six o'clock
She wondered what she would have done if she had n't chanced to fall in with this kind , if rough , friend . She wondered whether she could ever have reached Grandma Maynard 's house in safety , for the crowds and confusion were much worse than she had anticipated , and in New York they would be worse still . At any rate , she would gladly accept shelter and hospitality for the night , and continue her journey next day , during the earlier hours . It was well after six o'clock when the jogging old horse turned into a lane , and finally stopped at a somewhat tumble-down porch . An old woman appeared in the doorway , wiping her hands on her apron . `` Wal , Zeb , '' she called out , `` did ye get back ? '' `` Yes , Sary , an ' I brought ye a visitor for the night . ''