six o’clock
The lights in the stores were already shining out in gushes of golden hue . The arc lights were sputtering overhead , and high up were the lighted windows of the tall office buildings . The chill wind whipped in and out in gusty breaths . Homeward bound , the six o'clock throng bumped and jostled . Light overcoats were turned up about the ears , hats were pulled down . Little shop-girls went fluttering by in pairs and fours , chattering , laughing . It was a spectacle of warm-blooded humanity .