ten o'clock
But she did not come down in the morning , none the less . She was tired in soul and body , and glad to let them spoil her again , glad to rest and sleep in the heavenly peace and quiet of the old home . Midsummer heat was upon the little valley , but here under the redwoods there was always coolness ; delicious odours of warm sap and loamy sweetness drifted into Cherry 's darkened room ; the morning was fresh and foggy , and the night before she had smiled drowsily to stir from first sleep and find her father bending over her , drawing up an extra blanket in the old way . All night long she slept deeply and sweetly , as she had slept through all the nights of childhood ; it was ten o'clock when Alix came smiling in with a breakfast tray . Presently she carried it away , and Cherry , with a deep sigh from the fullness of her content , turned on her side and drowsed again . Waking , after a while , she locked her hands under her head , and lay listening happily to the old and familiar sounds of home . She heard Hong bargaining in his own minor chatter with a fruit vendor , and Alix and her father chuckling over some small confidence in the porch .