Six o'clock
Morning and afternoon she thus moved about , dancing and chattering ; and when she grew tired , a footstool or parasol discovered in a corner , or some shred of stuff lying on the floor , would suffice to launch her into a new game in which her effervescing imagination found fresh outlet . Persons , places , and incidents were all of her own creation , and she amused herself as much as though twelve children of her own age had been beside her . But evening came at last . Six o'clock was about to strike . And Helene , rousing herself from the troubled stupor in which she had spent the afternoon , hurriedly threw a shawl over her shoulders . `` Are you going out , mamma ? '' asked Jeanne in her surprise .