about eight o'clock
Monday morning
I knew as much about it as any one else , because from the day I could understand , all of them , father , mother , Shelley , Sarah Hood , every one who knew , took turns telling me how badly I was not wanted , how much trouble I made , and how Laddie was the only one who loved me at first . Because of that I was on the cordwood trying to find courage to go farther . Over and over Laddie had told me himself . He had been to visit our big sister Elizabeth over Sunday and about eight o'clock Monday morning he came riding down the road , and saw the most dreadful thing . There was not a curl of smoke from the chimneys , not a tablecloth or pillowslip on the line , not a blind raised . Laddie said his heart went -- just like mine did when the Something jumped in the creek bed , no doubt . Then he laid on the whip and rode .