five o'clock
I could n't ` a ' writ that letter better myself ! And the sperrit o ' the little feller , jest takin ' his dorg 'n' lightin ' out with nothin ' but a perlite good-bye ! Well I ca n't stop to talk no more ` bout it now , or we wo n't ketch him , but we 'll jest try Wilkins 's Woods , Maria , 'n' see how that goes . The river road leads to Edgewood 'n' Hillside , whar there 's consid ` able hayin ' bein ' done , as I happened to mention to Timothy this afternoon ; and plenty o ' blackberries ` side the road , ` specially after you pass the wood-pile on the left-hand side , whar there 's a reg ` lar garding of 'em right ` side of an old hoss-blanket that 's layin ' there ; one that I happened to leave there one time when I was sleepin ' ou ` doors for my health , and that was this afternoon ` bout five o'clock , so I guess it hai n't changed its location sence . '' Jabe and Miss Vilda drove in silence along the river road that skirted Wilkins 's Woods , a place where Jabe had taken Timothy more than once , so he informed Miss Vilda , and a likely road for him to travel if he were on his way to some of the near villages . Poor Miss Vilda ! Fifty years old , and in twenty summers and winters scarcely one lovely thought had blossomed into lovelier deed and shed its sweetness over her arid and colorless life .