four o'clock
said Tillie , with actual flippancy . A neat young woman of the class , sitting directly in front of the superintendent , and wearing spectacles and very straight , tight hair , cast a shocked and reproachful look upon Tillie , and turning to the examiner , said primly , '' _ I _ would organize an anti-swearing society in the school , and reward the boys who were not profane by making them members of it , expelling those who used any profane language . '' `` And make every normal boy turn blasphemer in derision , I 'm afraid , '' was the superintendent 's ironical comment . When , at four o'clock that afternoon , she drove back with the doctor through the winter twilight , bearing her precious certificate in her bosom , the brightness of her face seemed to reflect the brilliancy of the red sunset glow on snow-covered fields , frozen creek , and farm-house windows . `` Bully fur you , Matilda ! '' the doctor kept repeating at intervals . `` Now wo n't Miss Margaret be tickled , though !