half past eleven
She could not cook , nor do general housework , but she thought she could fill the place of waitress . With a brave face , but a shrinking heart , she stepped into a drug-store and looked up in the directory the addresses of several employment agencies . -LSB- Illustration -RSB- It was half past eleven when she stepped into the first agency on her list , and business was in full tide . While she stood shrinking by the door the eyes of a dozen women fastened upon her , each with keen scrutiny . The sensitive color stole into her delicate cheeks . As the proprietress of the office began to question her , she felt her courage failing .