six o'clock
From that moment Edith could have kissed her feet , and feeling that God had sent His angel to take care of her , she followed the lady from the hospital . A plain but elegantly-liveried carriage was waiting , and they were driven rapidly to one of the stateliest palaces on Fifth Avenue . As they crossed the marble threshold , the lady turned and said : `` Pardon me , my dear , my name is Mrs. Hart . This is your home now as truly as mine while you are with us , '' and Edith was shown to a room replete with luxurious comfort , and told to rest till the six o'clock dinner . With some timidity and fear she came down to meet the others . As she entered she saw a portly man standing on the rug before the glowing grate , with a shock of white hair , and a genial , kindly face . `` My husband , '' said Mrs. Hart , `` this is our new friend , Miss Edith Allen .