quarter past eleven
yawned Sally . Martie looked at the clock . A quarter past eleven . What would be happening at quarter past eleven to-morrow night ? The girls awakened early , and were early astir . A rush of preparation filled the morning , so soothing in its effect upon nerves and muscles that Martie became wild with hope . The parlours looked prettier than the girls had ever seen them ; the pungent sweetness of chrysanthemums and evergreen stealing into the clean , well-aired spaces , and bowls of delicious violets sending out currents of pure perfume .