four o'clock
* * * * * Aunt Celia came home in the highest feather . She had twice been mistaken for an Englishwoman . She said she thought that lemon-squash was a drink ; I thought , of course , it was a pie ; but we shall find out at dinner , for , as I said , I ordered a sufficient number for two persons , and the head-waiter is not a personage who will let Transatlantic ignorance remain uninstructed . At four o'clock we attended evensong at the cathedral . I shall not say what I felt when the white-surpliced boy choir entered , winding down those vaulted aisles , or when I heard for the first time that intoned service , with all its ` witchcraft of harmonic sound . ' I sat quite by myself in a high carved oak seat , and the hour was passed in a trance of serene delight . I do not have many opinions , it is true , but papa says I am always strong on sentiments ; nevertheless , I shall not attempt to tell even what I feel in these new and beautiful experiences , for it has been better told a thousand times .