about five o'clock
This gave Patty a different idea of the little railroad , and she began to feel a more personal interest in it . They rolled slowly through the hop-growing country , and though the scenery was not grand , it was picturesque . Patty said it was like a panorama of `` The Angelus . '' They reached their station at about five o'clock , and found a fine open barouche awaiting them , and a wagon for their trunks . The footman greeted them deferentially , and asked them to pick out their luggage from the lot that had been dumped on the station platform . `` I ca n't see either of my trunks , '' said Patty . `` So I suppose I 'd better take the ones I like best of these others . ''