six o'clock
-- to the quivering white face crushed up against the vine-leaves , and went his way and knew nothing . The train panted and raced away , shrieked a little in a doleful , breathless fashion , grew small , grew less , grew dim , died from sight in pallid smoke . The track stood up on its mound of frozen bank , blank and mute , like a corpse from which the soul had fled . Sharley came into the kitchen at six o'clock . The fire was burning hotly under the boiler . The soiled clothes lay scattered about . Her mother stood over the tubs , red-faced and worried , complaining that Sharley had not come to help her .