five
o'clock
`` I am back there in Belchertown , with the Holyoke hills up north an ' the Berkshire Mountains a-loomin ' up gray an ' misty-like in the western horizon . Seems as if it wuz early mornin ' ; everything is still , and it is so cold when we boys crawl out o ' bed that , if it wuz n't Thanksgivin ' mornin ' , we 'd crawl back again an ' wait for Mother to call us . But it _ is _ Thanksgivin ' mornin ' , and we 're goin ' skatin ' down on the pond . The squealin ' o ' the pigs has told us it is five o'clock , and we must hurry ; we 're goin ' to call by for the Dickerson boys an ' Hiram Peabody , an ' we 've got to hyper ! Brother Amos gets on about half o ' my clothes , and I get on ` bout half o ' his , but it 's all the same ; they are stout , warm clo'es , and they 're big enough to fit any of us boys -- Mother looked out for that when she made 'em . When we go downstairs , we find the girls there , all bundled up nice an ' warm -- Mary an ' Helen an ' Cousin Irene . They 're going with us , an ' we all start out tiptoe and quiet-like so 's not to wake up the ol' folks .