About five o'clock
Hardly a breath of air stirred , and the fir trees looked as though St. Nick had visited them in the night to dress a tree for every little toddler in the land . Down , down , down came the flakes , as though they never meant to stop , and as one threw back one 's head to look upward at the millions of tiny feathers falling so gently , one seemed to float upward upon fairy wings and sail away , away into the realms of the Snow Maiden . It was hard to keep one 's wits upon one 's work that day , and many a stolen glance was given to the fairy world beyond the windows of the recitation-rooms . About five o'clock the weather cleared , the sun setting in a glory of crimson and purple clouds . An hour later up came my lady moon , to smile approval upon the enchanting scene and hint all sorts of possibilities . Lou Cornwall came flying into Toinette 's room just after dinner to find it well filled with seven or eight others . `` May I come , too ? ''