five o'clock
She smiled and did not feel it . Ladies who shop in carriages , you do not understand . Girls whose wardrobes are charged to the old man 's account , you can not begin to comprehend -- you could not understand why Maida did not feel the cold dash of the Thanksgiving rain . At five o'clock she went out upon the street wearing her purple dress . The rain had increased , and it beat down upon her in a steady , wind-blown pour . People were scurrying home and to cars with close-held umbrellas and tight buttoned raincoats . Many of them turned their heads to marvel at this beautiful , serene , happy-eyed girl in the purple dress walking through the storm as though she were strolling in a garden under summer skies .