eleven o'clock
Oh , the work , the work ! '' she cried and turned to hers with a dismissing smile -- unable to trust herself to say more . `` And I must go and take the things out of my bundle , '' cried Amy , catching the contagion of all this and bounding away to the house . Some five minutes later Mrs. Falconer glanced at the sun : it was eleven o'clock -- time to be getting dinner . When she reached her room , Amy was standing beside the bed , engaged in lifting out of the bundle the finery now so redolent of the ball . `` Aunt Jessica , '' she remarked carelessly , without looking round , `` I forgot to tell you that John Gray had a fight with a panther in his schoolroom this morning , '' and she gave several gossamer-like touches to the white lace tucker . Mrs. Falconer had seated herself in a chair to rest .