eleven o'clock
Children often do , just when you least expect it , '' she said . Her sister shook her head . `` Emma and Nora were not made for each other , any more than fire and water , '' she said ; and then they quitted the subject , and talked about Elsli 's prospects , and rejoiced at the thought that the days of servitude to her burdensome little brothers were over , at least for the present . On the following day , at eleven o'clock , Elsli entered the house at Oak-ridge as quietly as a little mouse ; so quietly that Nora did not hear her come into the house , and was startled when she suddenly saw her standing just inside the door of the sitting-room . Elsli had brushed her light brown hair carefully back from her forehead , leaving only a few soft curls to wave about her eyes . Her mother had allowed her to put on a fresh white apron and a bright kerchief , as she was going among the gentry . The little pale face had a somewhat anxious look , and her big blue eyes had a timid expression as she glanced toward Nora , doubting whether she ought to come into the room or not .