eight
o'clock
The dark sidewalk was powdered with what scrunched under their shoes like dry sugar , and up against the lighted sky the flakes were twirling and falling . The air was sweet and cold and pure after the hot theatre . Chris put them in the motor-car . He would see his tailor , have a bite of dinner at home , and be at Annie 's at eight o'clock for the rehearsal . `` I 'll do something for you , for this , Norma ! '' her aunt assured the girl , gratefully . Norma protested in a voice that was almost singing .