six o'clock
`` Why , sure I am , '' says she , oscillating the pansies on her hat , `` and so is somebody else , I reckon . '' `` What time is it to take place ? '' I asks . `` At six o'clock , '' says she . I made up my mind right away what to do . I 'd save old Mack if I could . To have a good , seasoned , ineligible man like that turn chicken for a girl that had n't quit eating slate pencils and buttoning in the back was more than I could look on with easiness .