eleven o'clock
why do n't you come back ? '' she moaned , and the utter futility of the question added to her misery . Outside the sun was shining and the birds were singing cheerily -- they had their mates and their nests , while she had not even a relation to claim her . She could hear the voices of the girls as they took their eleven o'clock recreation ; each one had a joyful home to return to , and parents or friends who would shield and protect her . `` I 've never had a home ! '' choked Gipsy . `` Oh !