about four o'clock in the afternoon
And now and then , in her cross and unhappy moods , a sort of strange confused _ hope _ would creep over her that Beata 's coming would bring her a kind of good luck . `` Everybody says she 's so good , and everybody loves her , '' thought Rosy , `` p ` raps I 'll find out how she does it . '' And the days passed on , on the whole , after the storm I have told you about , rather more peaceably than before , till one evening when Rosy was saying good-night her mother said to her quietly , `` Rosy , I had a letter this morning from Beata 's uncle ; he is bringing her to-morrow . She will be here about four o'clock in the afternoon . '' `` To-morrow ! '' said Rosy , and then , without saying any more , she kissed her mother and went to bed . She went to sleep that evening , and she woke the next morning with a strange jumble of feelings in her mind , and a strange confusion of questions waiting to be answered .