eleven o'clock
She did so long to remain here , where she could hear and partly see now and then , the merry healthy life of these children in the beautiful garden beyond the hedge . It was her only knowledge of true child-life . As she sewed , she was planning and puzzling her brain with plans for prolonging their stay , but could think of nothing that seemed likely to be of use . It was now eleven o'clock . Rolf came scampering home from his recitations , and catching sight of his mother through the open door of the kitchen , he ran to her , calling out before he reached the threshold , `` Mamma , mamma , now guess . My first -- '' `` My dear Rolf '' interrupted his mother , `` I beg of you to find some one else to guess . I have not time now , truly .