twelve o'clock before
Me and all of us are going to have on our best frocks . I hope she 'll think us pretty ; '' and though Lota told her that little girls ought not to mind about being pretty if only they obey their mammas and are good , the sentiment was so natural that she really had n't the heart to scold the child much . The baby-house was swept and garnished for the occasion , a fresh batch of rose-cakes was made , and a general air of festivity pervaded the premises . Lota hoped that Isabel would come early , soon after breakfast , so as to have a longer day ; but it was quite twelve o'clock before she made her appearance , all alone by herself in a huge barouche , which made her seem scarcely larger than a doll . She wore a fine frilled muslin frock over blue silk , a white hat , and dainty lemon-colored boots . When Lota , feeling shy at the spectacle of this magnificence , proposed going into the garden , she hung back . `` Are you quite sure that it is n't damp ? ''