eleven o’clock
Yokes of oxen passed slowly to and fro upon the shaded roads , their high , two-wheeled carts loaded to the very top ; beside a pond a maiden herded geese ; upon a hill a boy lay sleeping , his sheep nibbling the herbage near by . It was all quaint and picturesque , and to the American eyes surpassing strange to see , but those two particular American eyes before which all the panorama was displayed , happened just then to be blind to everything except one vivid spirit-photograph , and grew moist each time that they pictured that afresh . `` No , I shall not tell Molly one word , '' she repeated mentally ; `` I ca n't tell her part , -- I wo n't tell her all , -- so I just sha n't tell her anything , '' and then she stared sightlessly out of the wide-open window , and knew not that it was the dregs of her own evaporated anger which veiled the sunlit landscape in a dull-gray mist . The train came slowly in by the banks of the Bodensee , and halted at the Kaufhaus soon after eleven o'clock . The Kaufhaus is that delightful old building where Huss was tried before the great Council . Built for a warehouse , it is now again a warehouse , Huss and his heresy having been but a ripple on the tranquil centuries of its existence . Molly -LRB- who had been telegraphed to -RRB- was at the Gare to meet her friend , and managed to smother her surprise over the sudden turn of events with complete success .