the hour of five
But this Iris hastily refused , and in a few moments she left the shop in triumph with a bottle of Roche 's embrocation neatly done up in white paper and sealing-wax . Whether , however , she was too much uplifted in spirit to see where she was going , or whether the place looked different now to when seen out of a carriage window , she did a very foolish thing , for instead of turning to the left , as she should have done , she turned to the right , and walked on some distance without noticing her mistake . But when at length she arrived at a little grey church , she stopped in dismay : `` I know , '' she said to herself , `` that I did n't pass a church ; I must be going the wrong way . '' To her horror there now sounded from the church clock the hour of five . How late it was ! There would hardly be time to get home and change her frock before her godmother missed her . How angry she would be !