twelve o'clock
An introduction brought the two halves of that pair of scissors together , and the blades fitted beautifully . All they wanted was the rivet . But wait . At twelve o'clock that day the stranger ventured to ask a favor . Would the widow give him a little music ? The widow said she would . The sweetness of a whole boiling of maple sugar was in her smile as she sat down by the parlor piano , and sent her two little hands fluttering over it like a pair of white pigeons with love-letters under their wings .