About two o'clock
She had eaten a few of the Cap'n 's berries as she filled her bucket , and she wondered that they did not make her ill , as the fruit did the boys . Nobody passed the house , the insects rasped in her ears , she thought her forlorn childish thoughts , and it was an hour after noon . She did not see a curtain trimmed with white balls in a window overhead pulled cautiously to one side , and a grizzled head thrust out ; but this happened several times . About two o'clock there was a sudden puff of cool wind on her back ; she glanced around , trembling , and there stood Cap'n Moseby in the open door , with his great black dog at his heels . His old face was the color of tanned leather , and full of severe furrows ; his shaggy brows frowned over sharp black eyes . He leaned upon a stout oak staff , for he had been lamed by a British musket-ball . `` Who 's this ? ''