eleven o'clock
I 'm going to the game myself . If it rains , you and I 'll go to the Orpheum mat. , what do you say ? '' `` Well -- '' said Susan , departing comforted . And true to his prediction the sky really did clear at eleven o'clock , and at one o'clock , Susan , the happiest girl in the world , walked out into the sunny street , in her best hat and her best gown , her prettiest embroidered linen collar , her heavy gold chain , and immaculate new gloves . How could she possibly have hesitated about it , she wondered , when she came near the ball-grounds , and saw the gathering crowds ; tall young men , with a red carnation or a shaggy great yellow chrysanthemum in their buttonholes ; girls in furs ; dancingly impatient small boys , and agitated and breathless chaperones . And here was Thorny , very pretty in her best gown , with a little unusual and unnatural color on her cheeks , and Billy Oliver , who would watch the game from the `` dollar section , '' providentially on hand to help them through the crowd , and buy Susan a chrysanthemum as a foil to Thorny 's red ribbons . The damp cool air was sweet with violets ; a delightful stir and excitement thrilled the moving crowd .