about eleven o'clock
in the morning
The blood rushed to her forehead ; then her beautiful lips pouted and quivered ; tears filled her eyes , and her breast panted . She knew immediately who had done it ; she ran to her bedroom to cry and to hide her grief and indignation . -LSB- Illustration -RSB- -LSB- Illustration -RSB- LADY-DAY Fair came round by and by , and Amaryllis , about eleven o'clock in the morning , went down the garden to the end of the orchard , where she could overlook the highway without being seen , and watch the folk go past . Just there the road began to descend into a hollow , while the garden continued level , so that Amaryllis , leaning her arm on the top of the wall , was much higher up than those who went along . The wall dropped quite fourteen feet down to the road , a rare red brick wall -- thick and closely-built , the bricks close together with thin seams of mortar , so that the fibres of the whole mass were worked and compressed and bound firm , like the fibres of a piece of iron . The deep red bricks had a colour -- a certain richness of stability -- and at the top this good piece of workmanship was protected from the weather by a kind of cap , and ornamented with a projecting ridge .