midnight
Hollis had thrown her an intelligent glance as he filed out with the boys , and had telegraphed something back to her as he paused for one instant at the door . Not quite understanding the telegraphic signal , she was waiting for him , or for something . His lips had looked like : `` Wait till I come . '' If the people at home were not anxious about her she would have been willing to wait until midnight ; it would never occur to her that Hollis might forget her . Her cheeks flushed as she waited , and her eyes filled with tears ; it was a soft , warm , round face , with coaxing , kissable lips , a smooth , low brow and the gentlest of hazel eyes : not a pretty face , excepting in its lovely childishness and its hints of womanly graces ; some of the girls said she was homely . Marjorie thought herself that she was very homely ; but she had comforted herself with , `` God made my face , and he likes it this way . '' Some one says that God made the other features , but permits us to make the mouth .