Six o'clock
And the tired , heat-flushed , wrinkled old face , under its fringe of gray hair , smiled confidently at Norma . The girl smiled affectionately back . Five o'clock . Six o'clock . It was almost seven when Norma came forth from a cold bath , and supervised the serving of the little meal . She merely played with her own food , and the old lady was hardly more hungry . `` Oh , no , Aunt Marianna !