6 o'clock
The cards must be written . But , still in a faint , golden glow from her dandeleonine dream , she fingered the typewriter keys absently for a little while , with her mind and heart in the meadow lane with her young farmer . But soon she came swiftly back to the rock-bound lanes of Manhattan , and the typewriter began to rattle and jump like a strike-breaker 's motor car . At 6 o'clock the waiter brought her dinner and carried away the typewritten bill of fare . When Sarah ate she set aside , with a sigh , the dish of dandelions with its crowning ovarious accompaniment . As this dark mass had been transformed from a bright and love-indorsed flower to be an ignominious vegetable , so had her summer hopes wilted and perished . Love may , as Shakespeare said , feed on itself : but Sarah could not bring herself to eat the dandelions that had graced , as ornaments , the first spiritual banquet of her heart 's true affection .