twelve o'clock
The baby had been bathed , in a flood of dancing sunshine , and had had his breakfast out under the budding bare network of the grape arbour . The little house had been put into spotless order while he slept , and Rose had pinned on her winter hat , and gone gaily to market , with exactly one dollar and seventy-five cents in her purse . And she had come back to find her mother standing beside the shabby baby-coach , in the tiny backyard , looking down thoughtfully at the sleeping child , and evidently under the impression that she was peeling the apples , in the yellow bowl that rested on her broad hip . Rose had also studied her son for a few awed seconds , and then , reminding her mother that it was past twelve o'clock , had led the way toward tea-making , and the general heating and toasting and mincing of odds and ends for luncheon . And they had been in the kitchen , talking over the last scraps of this meal , when -- When there had been laughter and voices at the open front doorway , and when Mrs. Sheridan 's startled `` Wolf ! '' had been followed by Rose 's surprised `` Norma ! '' Then they had come in , Wolf and Norma , laughing and excited and bubbling with their great news .