six o'clock
They 've been young themselves , and they enjoy the Orchard ! Set to work at once , my dear , and get out your invitations . This weather ca n't possibly last , and it 's going to break my heart if it is wet . '' But there was no sign of rain on that exquisite morning when at the striking of six o'clock Darsie leaped out of bed , and thrust her ruffled golden head out of the opened window . A few feathery white clouds served but to intensify the blueness of the sky ; the air was soft and sweet , the garden beneath was already bathed in sunlight . Darsie gave a little caper of delight . Sunshine , a picnic , a pretty frock and hat waiting to be worn , and one 's very best friends to admire the result -- what healthy girl of twenty could fail to be happy under such circumstances as these ?