eight o'clock
Oh , do n't let me have lost it ! '' She went here and there as if propelled by some mechanical force , a wretched , restless little figure . And when the dreadful moment came when she must give up searching , she crept in beside her mother in the carriage , and longed only for some honorable death . When they all went back at eight o'clock , she recommenced her search feverishly , with that cruel alternation of hope and despair and weariness that every one knows . The crowds , the lights , the music , the laughter , and the noise , and the pervading odor of pop-corn were not real , when a shabby , brown little book was her whole world , and she could not find it . `` The drawing will begin , '' said Alanna , `` and the Bishop will call out the number ! And what 'll I say ?