ten o'clock in the morning
There 's enough wind to make it a tussle . Come , dear ! '' Two days later Lynda came down from her workshop by the back stairs , and passed through William Truedale 's bedchamber on the way to the library . It was only ten o'clock in the morning but Truedale had a habit , if he happened to be in the neighbourhood , of dropping in for a moment at this hour . If he should to-day Lynda wanted to confer with him about some details concerning the disrobing of the Saxe infants . She was particularly light hearted and merry . A telephone call from Betty had put her in the sunniest humour .