twelve o'clock
Recognition Saturday came . Torn , ragged clouds were driven across the sky . It was not a becoming day for the scenery , and the little girls regretted it much . First they hoped for a change at twelve o'clock , and then at the afternoon tide-turning . But at neither time did the sun show his face . `` Papa will never buy this dear place , '' said Elizabeth , sadly , as she watched the weather . `` The sun is everything to it .