ten minutes to nine in the morning
And , in the second place , the weather was n't important ; what mattered was how you felt inside . Gloria took off her beret and crammed it into a drawer of her desk . She sat down , feeling perfectly ready for work , her bright eyes sparkling and her whole twenty-one-year-old body eager for the demands of the day . It was ten minutes to nine in the morning . On the desk was a mass of reports and folders . Gloria looked at them and sighed ; the cleaning woman , she thought , must have upset everything again . But neatness was the keystone of good , efficient work in any field .