Three o'clock
It required no feat of intellect for me to know that a great many somethings awaited my little household . Whenever I arose in the morning feeling sentimental , something was sure to happen . The afternoon of this day was the appointed time for the `` roof-raising festival '' of Jane 's hospital . Three o'clock was the hour set to begin the ceremonies , but early morning found Jane and Zura as busy collecting books , bundles and a folding baby-organ , as if moving day had fallen upon the household . Neither one of my companions seemed depressed by the happenings of the night before , or else they were determined that every other thought should be put aside till the roof was safely over the dream of Jane 's life . Jinrickishas piled high with baskets of refreshments and decorations moved gaily down the street . Jane and Zura , laughing like two schoolgirls and as irrepressible , headed the little procession .