one o'clock
Leslie brought a plate with wonderful frosted cakes and little sandwiches , which somehow Julia Cloud always managed to have just ready to serve ; Allison passed the cups of hot chocolate with billows of whipped cream on the top , and they all sat down before the fire to eat in the coziest way . Suddenly , right in the midst of their talk the big grandfather clock in the corner chimed softly out a single clear , reminding stroke . `` Why , Cloudy ! It 's one o'clock ! Sunday morning , and here we are having a Sunday-morning party , after all , right at home ! '' laughed Leslie teasingly . The stranger stood up with apology .