five o'clock
I shall be tickled to death to git rid on ye . '' `` Now , mother , '' counselled Mary , when she came but of the bedroom , hastily tying her bonnet strings , `` you watch the school-children , an ' ask ` Liza Tolman to stay with you , an ' if she ca n't , to get one of the Daltons ; an ' tell her we 'll give her some Bartlett pears when they 're ripe . '' `` Yes , yes , I hear , '' answered the old lady , rising , and setting back her chair in its accustomed corner . `` Now , do go along , or ye wo n't be down to Grapevine Run afore five o'clock . '' She watched them while they drove out of the yard , shading her eyes with one nervous hand . `` Mother , '' called Mary , `` do n't you stan ' there in that wind , with nothin ' on your head ! '' The old lady turned back into the house , and her face was alive with glee .