About six o'clock
Josie Allen was the boy with whom Willy had gone berrying . His house stood very near uncle Frank 's , and both were nearly across the road from the store . `` Well , maybe he did , he was in such a hurry to go berrying , '' said Grandma assentingly . About six o'clock , when the family were all at the tea-table , Willy came clumping painfully in his big shoes into the yard . There were blisters on his small , delicate heels , but nobody knew it . His little fair face was red and tired , but radiant . His pail was heaped and rounded up with the most magnificent berries of the season .