seven o'clock
She thought of them seriously , with a belief in their fulfilment . It was almost morning , the birds had just begun to sing in scattering flute-like notes , when she crept into bed . She hardly slept at all . She heard the gathering chorus of the birds , in a half doze , until seven o'clock . Then she got up and dressed herself . She peeped cautiously into Evelyn 's room . The girl was sleeping , her long , dark lashes curled upon her wan cheeks .