eight o'clock
TWO persons sat at a small breakfast-table near an open window , high up in Young 's Hotel in Boston . It was a pleasant June morning , just after eight o'clock , and they could see the white clouds blowing over ; but the gray walls of the Court House were just opposite , so that one can not say much of their view of the world . The room was pleasanter than most hotel rooms , and the persons at breakfast were a girl of fifteen , named Betty Leicester , and her father . Their friends thought them both good-looking , but it ought to be revealed in this story just what sort of good looks they had , since character makes the expression of people 's faces . But this we can say , to begin with : they had eyes very much alike , very kind and frank and pleasant , and they had a good fresh color , as if they spent much time out-of-doors .