six o'clock
Wyn told her what she wanted , and paid for the things . Then she started back to camp , laden with the brimming milk pail and a basket which the farmer 's wife had let her have . The sun was now mounting swiftly in his course across the sky . Faintly she heard the sawmill at the Forge blowing a whistle to call the hands , and knew that it was six o'clock . She hurried her steps and reached the opening where the tent was pitched just as the first sleepy Go-Ahead was creeping out to see what manner of day it might be . `` For goodness ' sake , Wyn Mallory ! '' cried this yawning nymph in blue pajamas .