Five o'clock
`` But the night did n't seem long ; no , it seemed too short . I was thinking of a great many things . What time is it , Aunt Rachel ? '' `` Five o'clock . '' `` Then in six hours more -- '' She suddenly sat up in her bed , her great , thick rope of brown hair falling over her white shoulders , and flung her arms about me , and burst into tears on my old breast . I petted and soothed her , and said not a word ; and , after a while , she stopped crying ; but she still sat with her head so that I could n't see her face . `` We did n't think it would be like this once , did we , Aunt Rachel ? ''