six o'clock
She had a blue-yarn stocking in her hands , and she was knitting fast as she watched . `` Ann Lizy , where have you been , late as this ? '' she called out , as Ann Lizy came up the walk . `` It 's arter six o'clock . '' Ann Lizy continued to drag herself slowly forward , but she made no reply . `` Why do n't you speak ? '' Ann Lizy crooked her arm around her face and began to cry .