eight
o'clock in the evening
Then she took off her hat and jacket , threw herself on her bed , and fell into a heavy sleep , with her brow puckered and the corners of her mouth drooping discontentedly . The next night she determined to take her meed of sleep , and did not tie the string to her toe . It had been a long lonely day , filled with great dissatisfaction and vague yearnings for companionship ; but when she fell asleep she had a happy dream , so vivid that it seemed more real than anything she had seen in her morning ramble . It was eight o'clock in the evening , she dreamt , and there was some one waiting for her under the pear-tree in the garden . The night air was fresh and fragrant . The moonlight shone on the white blossoms overhead , which clustered so close that no ray penetrated to the ground beneath , so that there all was shadowy , but still she could see that there was some one standing in the shade , and she knew that he was waiting for her . She had never seen him before , yet she knew him well and hurried to meet him ; and he took her in his arms and kissed her , and his kisses thrilled her with a thrill that remained with her for many a day .