Five
o'clock Saturday afternoon
All that week she worked with a restless energy that kept her keyed to the highest pitch of effort . She scarcely ate , and her sleep was broken , but her eyes were so bright and her manner so animated , that Betty wrote home that Lloyd 's little spell of illness seemed to have done her good . By studying before breakfast , and snatching every minute she could spare from other duties , she managed to have perfect recitations in each study , and at the same time to make up the lessons she had missed . Five o'clock Saturday afternoon found her with the last task done . She slipped ten more little Roman pearls over the silken cord ; five for the week 's advance work , and five for the days she had missed . Then with a sigh of relief she put the sandalwood box into her trunk , already partly packed for home-going , and flung herself wearily across the bed . The mock Christmas tree had been lighted the evening before , and the gifts distributed .