half past five in the morning
Then they all climbed into the wagons again , and how they did laugh at the disconsolate figure of Mr. Holmes , whom they passed , trudging slowly and unhappily toward Deer Crossing . Jamieson looked at his watch . Then he laughed merrily . `` He 'll have to wait until half past five in the morning for the milk train to take him back to the city , '' he said . `` I do n't envy him . There is n't much to do at Deer Crossing . ''