ten o'clock
That fair-haired woman in the pink dress seemed to her like a woman of another planet . This narrow-lived old country woman could not consciously moralize . She was no philosopher , but she felt , without putting it into thoughts , as if she had descended far below the surface of all things , and found out that good and evil were the root and the life of them , and the outside leaves and froth and flowers were fathoms away , and no longer to be considered . At ten o'clock she put on her bonnet and shawl , and set out for the lawyer 's office . She locked the front door , put the key under a blind , and proceeded down the front walk into the street . The spring was earlier here than in Green River . She started at a dancing net-work of leaf shadows on the sidewalk .