eleven o'clock
`` Not lately ! '' Cherry stumbled into the airy , dark , sweet little bedroom , and somehow undressed and crept between the cool sheets of the bed that stood near Alix 's on the wide sleeping porch . Her last thought was for the heavenly redwoods so close to her ; she slept , indeed , for almost twelve unbroken hours . She came wandering out to the porch at eleven o'clock , the old , smiling , apologetic Cherry , with her skin dewy from a bath , and her corn-coloured hair freshly brushed , and her linen gown as pink as the Perkins rose that was blooming over her head . `` Oh , Sis , I do feel so deliciously lazy and happy and rested and -- and everything ! '' said Cherry , as she settled herself at the porch table where service for one was spread . `` Oh , Alix -- apricots !