nine o'clock
Outside the lace-curtained windows busy Geary Street had long been astir . Wagons rattled up and down ; cable-cars clanged . Sunlight had already conquered the summer fog . It was nine o'clock . Mabel was enjoying tea and toast , but Martie refused to join her . If every hour had not been so blissful the young wife would have said that the happiest time of the day was when she and Wallace wandered out into the sunshine together for breakfast . Presently she slipped away to take the bath that was a part of her morning routine now , and to wake Wallace .