ten o'clock
I guess it was Russian sable . '' `` I do n't care if it was , it ai n't a mite handsomer than my cape lined with squirrel , '' said Mrs. Zelotes . Ellen looked intently at a game on the counter . It was ten o'clock when Ellen went home . She had been into all the principal stores which were decorated for Christmas . Her brain resembled a kaleidoscope as she hurried along at her mother 's hand . Every thought seemed to whirl the disk , and new and more dazzling combinations appeared , but the principle which underlay the whole was that of the mystery of festivity and joy upon the face of the earth , of which this Christmas wealth was the key .