six o'clock
Perhaps she 'll say afterward , ` I 'm sorry I forgot , but you did right , Sibyl , you did right . ' I am doing right , are n't I , Lord Jesus ? '' and again she raised her eyes , confident and happy , to the evening sky . The heat of the day was going over ; it was now long past six o'clock . Presently she reached the small cottage where the sick boy lived . She there reined in her pony , and called aloud : `` Are you in , Mrs. Scott ? '' A peevish-looking old woman wearing a bedgown , and with a cap with a large frill falling round her face , appeared in the rose-covered porch of the tiny cottage .