half past seven
Mrs. Brandeis , looking at the black-haired , red-lipped child sleeping there , wondered just how much determination lay back of the broad white brow . She had said little to Fanny about this feat of fasting , and she told herself that she disapproved of it . But in her heart she wanted the girl to see it through , once attempted . Fanny awoke at half past seven , and her nostrils dilated to that most exquisite , tantalizing and fragrant of smells -- the aroma of simmering coffee . It permeated the house . It tickled the senses . It carried with it visions of hot , brown breakfast rolls , and eggs , and butter .