six o'clock
Oh , here , we are at the station , ' she cried , as the train shot round a curve and Shannondale was reached . There was a scrambling for bundles , and flowers , and wraps . Fred Raymond gathering up Nina 's , while Dick , and Tom , and Billy , almost fought over Jerrie 's , and poor little Ann Eliza would have carried hers alone if Jerrie had not helped her . Nine years of change in Shannondale , and the green hill-side , which stretched from the common down to the river where , when our story opened , sheep and cows were feeding in the pasture land , is thickly covered with houses of every kind of architecture , from the Mansard roof to the Queen Anne style , just coming into fashion , while the meadow lands are dotted over with the small houses of the men who work in the large furnace , or manufactory , which Peterkin had bought and enlarged , as a monument , he said , and where he sometimes employed as many as four hundred men , and had set up a whistle which could be heard for miles and miles , and nearly blew off the chimney-tops when it sounded in the morning at six o'clock , it was so loud and shrill . A screecher , Peterkin called it , and he always listened with a smile of pride and satisfaction on his face when he heard the first indications of its blowing , and knew that four hundred men were quickening their stops on account of it , lest they should be a few minutes late and have their wages docked . Peterkin counted two millions now , and boasted the finest , or at least , the most expensive house in the county , not even excepting Tracy Park , which still held its own for solidity and old-fashioned dignity , and was the show place to the strangers visiting in Shannondale . When Peterkin made $ 20,000 in one day from some speculation in stocks , he said to Mr. St. Claire , who was now a judge , and with whom he pretended to be on terms of great familiarity : ` I say , judge , I 'm goin ' to build a buster , and whip the crowd .