Twelve o'clock
`` If you do n't mind , I 'll put on my shawl and go with you . '' `` I was going to ask you to do so . '' `` I 'll jest set on the pot for Dan ` el 's dinner first . Twelve o'clock soon comes these short days . '' Mrs. Blake threw a faded woolen shawl over her head , and taking a short path across the field we started for Mrs. Larkum 's , Tiger limping after us . I thought Mrs. Blake 's snug kitchen quite a nest of comfort after I had taken a survey of the Larkum 's abode . One roughly plastered room with two little closets at one side for bedrooms had to serve for home for five souls .