twenty minutes to one
It seemed almost as if beauty of apparel could go no further than that heavenly pink gingham dress ! The sparkle of her eyes , glow of her cheeks , sheen of her falling hair , passed unnoticed in the all-conquering charm of the rose-colored garment . Goodness ! it was twenty minutes to one and she would be late . She danced out the side door , pulled a pink rose from a bush at the gate , and covered the mile between the brick house and the seat of learning in an incredibly short time , meeting Emma Jane , also breathless and resplendent , at the entrance . `` Rebecca Randall ! '' exclaimed Emma Jane , `` you 're handsome as a picture ! ''