ten o'clock
Mildred Lorimer , beside the shining copper coffee percolator , looked a lovely Vesta of the hearth and home . Honor wished she might take a pleat in the fore-noon . She did n't see how she was going to get through the hours between breakfast and the time to start for the game . It was a relief to see Jimsy coming across the lawn at ten o'clock . She ran out to meet him . `` Hello , Jimsy ! '' '' ` Lo , Skipper .