twelve o'clock
Soon as I get a drain of white satin . Wish you luck , my dear ! '' As she came up to the shop in the Turnstile she could hear that it was noisy with the voices of men and girls , so she turned back through Lincoln 's - Inn Fields and passed down to Fleet Street . It was approaching twelve o'clock by this time , and streams of people were flowing in the direction of St. Paul 's Cathedral . Glory turned eastward also and allowed herself to be carried along with the current which babbled and talked like a river in the night . Immediately in front of her there was a line of girls walking arm-in-arm across the width of the pavement . They were factory girls in big hats with ostrich feathers , and as they skipped along with their free step they sang snatches of Salvation hymns and music-hall songs .