six o'clock
As works of art these were admirable , but they liked to be waited upon respectfully by an experienced lady 's maid . Missing such attentions , not one would consent to yoke itself with its appointed button . Angela grew warm and flurried . She rang , but no one answered the bell , for it was not yet six o'clock ; and only a few of the hotel servants had come on duty . What should she do ? Last night she had looked forward with interest to dressing this morning , for Nick had got for her a costume suitable for riding a trail pony , and fortunately she had it in her suit-case . It was of khaki , with a divided skirt , and a peculiarly fetching jacket .