eight o'clock
Orders were shouted . The gang-plank was drawn in . Then the _ Caronia _ wakened up , churned the brown water into foam , crept from the dock , picked her way among the river vessels , and sped on her ocean voyage . It was eight o'clock and a crisp , clear morning . A stewardess was offering tea and toast to Mrs. Patterson , the frail little lady whom Anne had observed in a wheel-chair the afternoon before . Seen closely , her face had a pathetic prettiness . With the delicate color in her soft cheeks , she looked like a fading tea rose .