five o'clock
`` Ah ! thanks be to God , things are at their worst now , and they ca n't move but they must mend , '' said the parson . He took her indoors and bathed her hot forehead , and dried with his hard old hand the tears that fell from eyes that a moment before had flashed like a basilisk 's . Toward five o'clock that evening a knock came to the door of the vicarage , and old Laird Fisher entered . His manner was more than usually solemn and constrained . `` I 's coom ' t to say as ma lass 's wee thing is taken badly , '' he said , `` and rayder sudde n't . '' Greta rose from her seat and put on her hat and cloak .