twenty minutes past eleven
There was nothing so bleak and dreadful about that ; old Sally was busily happy , toiling hopefully for her baby-grand . _ She _ was enormously lucky , as a matter of fact , lucky beyond her deserts . She could be , it appeared , a Nannie or a Sarah , as she chose , and the time for choosing had arrived . And presently the girls were exclaiming that it was twenty minutes past eleven and they really _ must _ go , but it was Mrs. Wetherby 's fault for always giving them such a perfectly wonderful time that they forgot to watch the clock , and Mrs. Wetherby was beaming back at them and insisting that she had enjoyed it all just as much as they had , and that she hoped she could always keep young at heart . Sally lagged behind as they went down the steps . `` Come along ! '' Jane called back to her .