ten in the morning
Papa 's hair is some dray , an ' his viskers , too . My eyes is bue . `` Yours respectfully , DAISY THORNTON . '' * * * * * Miss McDonald had been shopping since ten in the morning , and her carriage had stood before the dry-goods stores , and toy-shops , and candy stores , while bundle after bundle had been deposited on the cushions , and others ordered to be sent . But she was nearly through now , and just as it was beginning to grow dark in the streets she bade her coachman drive home , where dinner was waiting for her in the dining room , and her mother was waiting in the parlor . Mrs. McDonald was not very well , and had kept her room all day , but she was better that night , and came down to dine with her daughter . The December wind was cold and raw , and a few snowflakes fell on Daisy 's hat and cloak as she ran up the steps and entered the warm , bright room , which seemed so pleasant when contrasted with the dreariness without .