five o'clock
me too ! '' sung Rob , dancing with joy , and clapping his precious pail and cover like castanets . `` Yes , and Daisy and Nan must take good care of you . Be at the bars at five o'clock , and Silas will come for you all . '' Robby cast himself upon his mother in a burst of gratitude , promising to bring her every berry he picked , and not eat one . Then they were all packed into the hay-cart , and went rattling away , the brightest face among the dozen being that of Rob , as he sat between his two temporary little mothers , beaming upon the whole world , and waving his best hat ; for his indulgent mamma had not the heart to bereave him of it , since this was a gala-day to him . Such a happy afternoon as they had , in spite of the mishaps which usually occur on such expeditions !