eight o'clock
Their days were spent , not in drudgery , and lecturing , and primness , but in the study and reproduction of the beauty lying round them . Oh , if God should have intended her to be one of these ! When the maids came to dust the school-room they found Hetty hard at work upon a new wreath of ivy which she had hastily snatched from the garden wall and hung against the curtain , and they thought she was doing some penance at Miss Davis 's bidding . By eight o'clock the drawings were hid away , the flowers and wreaths disposed of in the jars , and Hetty was sitting at the table with a book in her hand . No one need know , she thought , of how she spent those early hours when everybody else was in bed . And so day after day she worked on steadily with her pencil , and there was a strange and unutterable hope in her heart , and a new light of happiness in her eyes . After some time she became more daring and attempted to bring colour into her designs .