twelve o'clock
People were still very kind to me , though , and if anybody brushed me in passing he raised his hat ; and if any one pushed me accidentally he stopped to say he was sorry . Of course baby was the talisman that protected me from harm ; and what I should have done without her when I got to the Mansion house I do not know , for that seemed to be the central heart of all the London traffic , with its motor-buses and taxi-cabs going in different directions and its tremendous tides of human life flowing every way . But just as I was standing , dazed and deafened on the edge of a triangle of streets , looking up at a great building that was like a rock on the edge of a noisy sea , and bore on its face the startling inscription , `` The Earth is the Lord 's and the fulness thereof , '' a big policeman , seeing me with baby in my arms , held up his hand to the drivers and shouted to the pedestrians -LRB- `` Stand a-one side , please '' -RRB- , and then led me safely across , as if the Red Sea had parted to let us pass . It was then twelve o'clock and baby was once more crying for her food , so I looked for a place in which I might rest while I gave her the bottle again . Suddenly I came upon what I wanted . It seemed to be a garden , but it was a graveyard -- one of the graveyards of the old London churches , enclosed by high buildings now , and overlooked by office windows . Such a restful place , so green , so calm , so beautiful !