half past twelve o'clock
You come right down . I think it 's high time -- '' her voice trailing out thinly . `` She does , '' murmured Rebecca Mary , radiant of face . At half past twelve o'clock they both ate supper , both in their scant , white nightgowns , both very hungry indeed . But before she sat down in her old place at the table , Rebecca Mary went round to Aunt Olivia 's place and whispered something rather shyly in her ear . She had been by herself in a corner of the room for a moment . `` I 've sewed the hundred and twoth , '' Rebecca Mary whispered .