about ten o'clock
All that is past history now , Janey , '' she reminded her young daughter , in her usual hopeful voice . `` Dad sent a cheque , like the dear , helpful daddy he is , and now everything 's lovely again ! '' Julia did not ask for Ted until she saw Barbara alone for a moment the next day . It was about ten o'clock on a matchless autumn morning , and Julia , stepping from her bedroom 's French window to the wide sunny porch that ran the width of the house , saw Barbara some forty feet away sitting just outside her own window , with a mass of hair spread to the sun . Julia joined her , dragged out a low , light chair from Barbara 's room , and settled herself for a gossip . `` Had breakfast ? '' Barbara smiled .