nine o’clock
He needed little urging . As we sat down to the table , it occurred to me that he liked to look at us , and that our faces were open books to him . When his deep-seeing eyes rested on me , I felt as if he were looking far ahead into the future for me , down the road I would have to travel . At nine o'clock Mr. Shimerda lighted one of our lanterns and put on his overcoat and fur collar . He stood in the little entry hall , the lantern and his fur cap under his arm , shaking hands with us . When he took grandmother 's hand , he bent over it as he always did , and said slowly , `` Good wo-man ! '' He made the sign of the cross over me , put on his cap and went off in the dark .