ten o'clock
Mildred leaned over her friend 's shoulder and saw the jagged outline of the street and a spire beautiful in the sunset . She was annoyed that she had not first discovered the picturesqueness of the perspective , and , when Elsie sketched the street on the marble table , she felt that she would never be able to draw like that . The weather grew warmer , and , in June , M. Daveau and three or four of the leading students proposed that they should make up a party to spend Sunday at Bas Mendon . To arrive at Bas Mendon in time for breakfast they would have to catch the ten o'clock boat from the Pont Neuf . Cissy , Elsie , and Mildred were asked : there were no French girls to ask , so , as Elsie said , ` they 'd have the men to themselves . ' The day impressed itself singularly on Mildred 's mind . She never forgot the drive to the Pont Neuf in the early morning , the sunshine had seemed especially lovely ; she did not forget her fear lest she should be late -- she was only just in time ; they were waiting for her , their paint-boxes slung over their shoulders , and the boat was moving alongside as she ran down the steps .