eight o'clock
Soft little curls fell dejectedly down over her eyes and her red mouth defied a dimple that had been wont to shine at the left corner , and kept to confines of straight-lipped propriety . `` It 's about Louisa Helen again and her light-mindedness . I do n't see how a daughter of mine can act as she does with such a little feeling . Last night Mr. Crabtree shut up the store before eight o'clock and put on his Sunday coat to come over and set on the front steps a-visiting of her , and in less 'n a half hour that Bob Nickols had whistled for her from the corner , and she stood at the front gate talking to him until every light in Sweetbriar was put out , and I know it muster been past nine o'clock . And there I had to set a-trying to distract Mr. Crabtree from her giggling . We talked about Mr. Plunkett and all our young days and I felt real comforted . If I can jest get Louisa Helen to see what a proper husband Thomas Crabtree will make for her we can all settle down comfortable like .