four o'clock
Mrs. Bisbee , pausing in the act of threading a needle , looked out again over her spectacles . `` There goes a girl I 'm certainly sorry for . She is a born lady , and comes of as good a family as anybody in the Valley , but she has to work harder than any darkey in Lloydsboro . She 's up at four o'clock these winter mornings , milks the cow , chops wood , gets breakfast , and maybe walks two or three miles with a big bundle like that , taking home sewing , or going out to fit a dress for somebody . '' Miss Allison had already awakened Lloyd 's interest in Agnes , and she leaned forward to watch her , while Mrs. Bisbee went on . `` She 's never had any of the pleasures that most girls have . To my certain knowledge she 's never had a beau or been to a big party or travelled farther than Louisville .