one o'clock
Yours is an open sunlit way to-day . If the shadows creep across it , be strong . They will lift again . Run home now and tell Aunt Candace I 'll be home at one o'clock . Tell her what you have told me , too . She will be glad to know it . '' `` She does know it ; she has known it ever since the night we came into Springvale in 1854 . ''