Friday afternoon about three
o'clock
`` A good part -- that 'll do ; thought you did n't mean the whole . Do n't fret so , lad ; you 'll have Roger trampin ' me down , next thing . Martha and me talk o ' walkin ' over to Polly Withers 's . She promised Martha a pa ` tridge-breasted aloe , and they say you 've got to plant it in pewter sand , and only water it once ' t a month , and how it can grow I ca n't see ; but never mind , all the same -- s ` pose we say Friday afternoon about three o'clock , goin ' through the big woods between the Square and Witherses , and you might have a gun , for the squirls is plenty , and so accidental-like , if anybody should come along '' -- `` That 's it , Betsy ! '' Gilbert cried , his face flashing , `` thank you , a thousand times ! '' `` A thousand times , '' she repeated . `` Once ' t is enough . ''