twelve o'clock
That was a busy morning for the Randalls . Being Saturday , there were no lessons for Mrs. Randall to give , but there was all the weekly house-cleaning to be done , and Betty and her mother worked steadily until luncheon time . If Mrs. Randall had ancestors , she had also plenty of good common sense . She was not too proud to work for her little ones , however unwilling she might be to accept favors for them from others , and she plied broom and mop to such good purpose that by twelve o'clock the little home was the very picture of neatness and order . Jack lay on the sofa as usual , too happy in eager anticipations for the afternoon to forget them even in the interest of his new story book . Mrs. Randall went out for a little while after luncheon , returning with a pretty blue sailor cap for Jack . The thought had suddenly occurred to Betty that her brother possessed no outdoor garments , and for a moment she was filled with dismay , but her mother assured her that , with the aid of her own long cape and the new sailor cap , the little boy would do very well indeed .