four o'clock
About nine o'clock at night Imogene Chandler came in from the cotton field . Out there in the dim starlight stretched the long rows of cotton , erect , green , luxuriant . The water had come in time . It had flowed into their ditches at four o'clock the morning after Noah Ezekiel passed . They had been ready for it . For three days it had flowed abundantly , and all their fields were watered . Imogene lifted her face to the wind .