four o'clock
Miss Camilla 's yellow cats were of a famous breed , well represented in the village ; but she had these four , which were marvels of beauty . Another hour wore on . Miss Camilla still wrote , and Lucina and the yellow cats slept . Then it was four o'clock , and time for the entertainment to which Lucina had looked forward . There was a heavy footstep on the garden walk and a rustling among the box borders . Then old ` Liza loomed up in the arbor door , darkening out the light . Little Lucina stirred and woke , yet did not know she woke , not knowing she had slept .