eleven o'clock
During the golf season Saturday is always a busy day with us , with the husbands coming up for over Sunday , and trying to get in all the golf , baths and spring water they can in forty-eight hours . But in the winter Saturday is the same as any , other day . It had stopped snowing and the sun was shining , although it was so cold that the snow blew like powder . By eleven o'clock every one who could walk had come to the spring-house . Even Mr. Jennings came down in a wheeled chair , and Senator Biggs , still looking a sort of grass-green and keeping his eyes off me , came and sat in a corner , with a book called Fast versus Feast held so that every one could see . There were bridge tables going , and five hundred , and a group around the slot-machine , while the crocheters formed a crowd by themselves , exchanging gossip and new stitches . About twelve o'clock Mr. Thoburn came in , and as he opened the door , in leaped Arabella .