six o'clock
But none of us could get Jennie 's to look right . We studied her pictures an ' all too , but best we could do we got it all drawed back , abnormal . `` I was ` most all the afternoon in the City , an ' it was pretty warm -- a hot April followin ' on a raw March . I stood waitin ' for the six o'clock car an ' , my grief , I was tired . My feet ached like night in preservin ' time . An ' I was thinkin ' how like a dunce we are to live a life made up mostly of urrants an ' feetache followin ' . _ Yet _ , after all , the right sort o ' urrants an ' like that _ is _ life -- an ' , if they do ache , ` tai n't like your feet was your soul .