half past eight
You go into the bedroom and fetch my blue silk handkerchief . You can wear my black shawl while I 'm out -- there now ! '' Rosa dragged it off her mother 's shoulders and wound it carefully round her own , tying the two ends in a knot at the back . After all , she reflected , if she had to go to bed at half past eight she would keep the shawl on . Which resolution comforted her absolutely . `` Now , then , where are my clothes ? '' cried Herr Brechenmacher , hanging his empty letter-bag behind the door and stamping the snow out of his boots .