eight o'clock
exclaimed Beatrice . `` Yes , '' said Mrs Langton , `` now Beatrice bring that darning downstairs , we must finish packing tomorrow , I will mend that skirt for you , '' and so saying Mrs Langton left the room . At last the eventful day came and found Beatrice up at six o'clock , putting the last articles in her hand bag . By eight o'clock she was at the station taking the last farewells . The little ones crowded round her , giving her chocolate and various sweets to eat on the way . Mrs Langton sobbed copiously , and Mr Langton as he kissed his daughter pressed a sovereign into her hand . But at last the guard waved his flag , the porters slammed the doors , and Beatrice found herself spinning away through fields of every shade , fast leaving Senbury Glen behind and approaching Newhaven Harbour .