four
o’clock
There was a soft sheer white muslin , whereon Kate had expended her daintiest embroidering , edged with the finest of little lace frills . It was quaint and simple and girlish , the sweetest , most simple affair in all of Kate 's elaborate wardrobe , and yet , perhaps , from an artistic point of view , the most elegant . Marcia soon made up her mind . She dressed herself early , for David had said he would be home by four o'clock and they would start as soon after as he could get ready . His aunts wished to show her the old garden before dark . When she came to the arrangement of her hair she paused . Somehow her soul rebelled at the style of Kate .