eleven o'clock
Her hands joined upon her knee , her brow was bent , and her lips murmured words of gratitude . Beautiful Pauline ! Sitting there with inclined body , and her whole being divided between her love on the earth and her duty to heaven , she was the true type of the loveable woman . It was eleven o'clock at the small ivory clock over the mantel , when a scratch was heard at the door . What was Pauline 's surprise , on answering the call , to see little Blanche step into the room . `` Why , my little wood-flower , what could have brought you here to-night ? '' she exclaimed .