eleven o'clock
By ten o'clock Betty had made another shilling , having caught the workers of the city as they were going to their day 's toil . And it must be owned it was a mysterious `` something '' about the child herself that arrested what attention she drew . Perhaps it lay in the fresh rosiness of her face , in the clearness of her sweet eyes , in the brightness of her young hair ; for her courage ebbed away so soon as two or three were gathered around her ; her voice sank to a whisper , she drooped her head , trifled with one wristband or the other , stood first on one foot and then on the other , and displayed the various signs of nervousness Mr. Sharman 's stern eye provoked her to . At eleven o'clock , John , who had made threepence by carrying a bag for a lady , looked Betty up at the appointed corner and proposed lemonade and currant buns , for which she was quite ready . Afterwards they stood for a valuable half-hour outside the waxworks and explored the markets , where Betty sang `` Scatter seeds of kindness , '' in spite of John 's solemnly given advice to keep it for Sunday . Here she only made a penny halfpenny by her song , but as she said to John -- `` Every one must expect some bad hours . '' Then , too , there was in her heart a feeling of certainty that a keen eyed , bent shouldered old gentleman would be passing soon , and carry her away straight to the very threshold of fame , as Madam S -- 's old gentleman carried _ her _ .