Seven o'clock
Then when she got home she traced on the map the streets she had traversed or followed in her walk . `` Now I am beginning to get my bearings , '' she declared as she freshened up a bit for dinner . `` I must n't let myself slump into too great respectability , '' she grinned at herself in the mirror . Seven o'clock dinner at Elberta Inn was a function in spite of the dried apple pies . Miss Oleander Denton always insisted upon making of it a real dinner party . It seemed as though , for the hour , she attempted to forget that her guests were paying ones . To her black silk gown she gave a festive air by turning it in at the neck , thereby exposing her too prominent clavicles , but the effect was softened by a beautiful old lace collar and a large cameo breastpin of rare workmanship , depicting a lady in hoop skirts by a grave , over which leant a weeping willow tree .