about eleven o'clock
I declare , when the sun shone on that great elm-tree in front of our shop , I thought I never saw anything so handsome in my life . But , there , that 's nothing to do with my old woman -- only that the side-walks were just like everything else , a perfect glare . '' `` I want to hear about your old woman , '' said Gerty . `` I was standing at the shop-door , about eleven o'clock , looking out , when I saw the strangest-looking figure coming down the street . She had on some kind of a black silk or satin gown , made very scant , and trimmed all round with some brownish-looking lace -- black it had been once , but it is n't now -- then she had a grey cloak , of silk material , that you certainly would have said came out of the Ark , if it had n't been for a little cape , of a different colour , that she wore outside of it , and which must have been dated a generation further back . Her bonnet ! Oh dear !