ten minutes to six
But , then , velvet might be too hot for August . She visioned herself in an airy creation of batiste -- very simple , but the colour combination a ravishing mingling of palest pink and baby-blue , with ribbons fluttering ; delicately tinted long gloves ; delicately tinted slippers and silken stockings on her slender , high-arched feet ; a few glittering rings on her restless fingers ; one blush-pink rose in her hair which , simply arranged , suffered two or three stray rippling locks to wander wantonly across her forehead . `` Missy ! It 's ten minutes to six ! And you have n't even combed your hair ! '' It was mother at the door again . The first guest arrived before Missy had got her hair `` smoothed up '' -- no time , tonight , to try any rippling , wanton effects .