five o'clock
The grass was crisp and pleasant . Hilda deliberately sought its solace for her feet , letting their pressure linger . All day long the sun had been drawing the sweetness and the life out of it , and now the air had a sweet , warm , and grateful scent , like that of harvests . The crickets had been at it since five o'clock , and though the city rose not half a mile across the grass , it was the crickets she heard and listened to . In making private statements of things , the crickets offered a chorus of agreement and they never interrupted . Not that she had much to consider , poor girl , which lent itself to a difference of opinion . One might have thought her , to meet a situation at any point like her own , not badly equipped .