six o'clock
She was a slim woman , and her straggling , dusty-coloured hair hung about an unpleasant sallow face . She shaded her eyes with her hand , as if the faint light could hurt those cold , steel-grey orbs . `` It 's mornin ' , '' she said to those within . `` I 'll have to be goin ' along to git my man 's breakfast : he goes to work at six o'clock , and I ` ai n't got a thing cooked in the house fur him . Some o ' the rest o ' you 'll have to stay an ' lay her out . '' She went back in and closed the door behind her . `` La , Mis ' Warren , you ai n't a-goin ' a ` ready ?