five o'clock
Then she lay down to rest , with no intention of slumber . But there was a strange magic in the fragrance of the room , like the piny tang outdoors , and in the feel of the bed , and especially in the low , dreamy hum and murmur of the waterfall . She fell asleep . When she awakened it was five o'clock . The fire in the stove was out , but the water was still warm . She bathed and dressed , not without care , yet as swiftly as was her habit at home ; and she wore white because Glenn had always liked her best in white . But it was assuredly not a gown to wear in a country house where draughts of cold air filled the unheated rooms and halls .