eight o'clock
And this was Tuesday . Only a single day intervened . And yet it seemed like a week in anticipation , so eager did we grow for the promised re-union with friends whose memory was in our hearts as the sound of pleasant music . It was eight o'clock , on Wednesday evening , when we entered Ivy Cottage , our hearts beating with quickened strokes under their burden of pleasant anticipation . What a queenly woman stood revealed to us , as we entered the little parlor ! I would hardly have known her as the almost shrinking girl from whom we parted not many years before . How wonderfully she had developed !