Ten o'clock
The evening before , everything had seemed so strange that Robin had not been able to take in small things ; now an immense curiosity to explore Gray Manor , and the grounds that were like Central Park , and the little town , and the hills around it , seized her . She slipped her feet out of bed and into the satin slippers which had been one of Miss Effie 's purchases . She dressed with feverish haste , rebuking herself for having slept so late , for her new wrist watch told her it was after ten o'clock . Ten o'clock -- why , on Patchin Place the morning was almost over at that hour , the streets about thundering with the work of the day . And here it was as still as night , or as -- a church on a weekday , Robin thought . Dressed , she opened the door of her room very quietly and peeped curiously out . And there in the wide hall , dusting an old highboy , was the girl with the dark hair .