five o'clock
Every effort was made to bring her back , but the girl resisted ; presently she again passed out of sight , and now more than a year had elapsed since Miss Barfoot 's last interview with her . This Monday morning , among letters delivered at the house , was one from the strayed girl . Miss Barfoot read it in private , and throughout the day remained unusually grave . At five o'clock , when staff and pupils had all departed , she sat for a while in meditation , then spoke to Rhoda , who was glancing over a book by the window . ` Here 's a letter I should like you to read . ' ` Something that has been troubling you since morning , is n't it ? ' ` Yes . '