eleven in the morning
As they did so , a faint shadow of doubt hovered far , far back in the depths of T. A. Buck 's fine eyes . And a faint , inscrutable smile lurked in the corners of Emma 's lips . So it was that Emma McChesney , the alert , the capable , the brisk , the business-like , assumed the role of Mrs. T. A. Buck , the leisurely , the languid , the elegant . She , who formerly , at eleven in the morning , might have been seen bent on selling the best possible bill of spring Featherlooms to Joe Greenbaum , of Keokuk , Iowa , could now be found in a modiste 's gray-and-raspberry salon , being draped and pinned and fitted . She , whose dynamic force once charged the entire office and factory with energy and efficiency , now distributed a tithe of that priceless vigor here , a tithe there , a tithe everywhere , and thus broke the very backbone of its power . She had never been a woman to do things by halves . What she undertook to do she did thoroughly and whole-heartedly .