eleven o’clock
It was the very thing ! How clever she was to have thought of it ! It would put everything right and explain everything and yet cause no scandal . It was eleven o'clock when she had finished to her satisfaction and crept down to bed , dreadfully tired , but perfectly happy . In a few days the little weekly published in the Glen under the name of _ The Journal _ came out as usual , and the Glen had another sensation . A letter signed `` Faith Meredith '' occupied a prominent place on the front page and ran as follows : -- `` TO WHOM IT MAY CONCERN : `` I want to explain to everybody how it was I came to go to church without stockings on , so that everybody will know that father was not to blame one bit for it , and the old gossips need not say he is , because it is not true . I gave my only pair of black stockings to Lida Marsh , because she had n't any and her poor little feet were awful cold and I was so sorry for her .