about three o'clock
`` I think you 'll like Mrs. Bradley . She 's got the purtiest little baby you ever saw . '' He did not look at her as he slung his pick and shovel on his shoulder . `` Well , I 'll tell her you 'll be over about three o'clock . '' `` All right , tell her . Mebbe I 'll come and mebbe I wo n't , '' she answered , ungraciously . All that forenoon she went about her little cabin moodily , or sat silently by the open door watching the buffalo birds or larks as they came up about the barn for food .