About five o'clock in the afternoon
She paused , her lips lifting a little at the corners , and went on : `` But I 'm tellin ' you with my own lips there ai n't a beautifuller baby in this county 'n this little feller , nor one half so beautiful ! So there 's my mind , sir . '' '' 'T is so , dear , '' murmured the cobbler , rejoicing . About five o'clock in the afternoon , while Peggy was uptown replenishing the slender larder and Lafe and Jinnie were alone with the baby , there came a timid knock . Jinnie went to the door and there stood Molly Merriweather . The woman 's face was white and drawn , her eyes darkly circled underneath . One glance at her and Jinnie lost her own color .