twelve o'clock
So he started forth to make her a call . It was Saturday , and Mrs. Fairview , after having been , for the greater part of the morning , in the kitchen making cake , came up to the parlor to dust and re-arrange some of the articles there a little more to her liking . Her hair was in papers , and her morning wrapper not in a very elegant condition , having suffered a little during the cake-making process . It was twelve o'clock , and Mrs. Fairview was about leaving the parlor , when some one rung the bell . Gliding noiselessly to the window , she obtained a view of Mr. Bebee . `` O , dear ! '' she sighed , `` am I to have this infliction to-day ?