Six o'clock
But the bonnet was made of solid straw , and its only trimming was a plain white ribbon put over the crown , and forming the strings . Still , there was a neat little quilling inside , every plait of which Molly knew , for had she not made it herself the evening before , with infinite pains ? and was there not a little blue bow in this quilling , the very first bit of such finery Molly had ever had the prospect of wearing ? Six o'clock now ! the pleasant , brisk ringing of the church bells told that ; calling every one to their daily work , as they had done for hundreds of years . Up jumped Molly , and ran with her bare little feet across the room , and lifted off the handkerchief and saw once again the bonnet ; the pledge of the gay bright day to come . Then to the window , and after some tugging she opened the casement , and let in the sweet morning air .