eleven o'clock
The next day is Sunday , and a very muggy , disagreeable one it proves . There is an indecision about it truly irritating . A few drops of rain here and there , a threatening of storm , but nothing positive . Finally , at eleven o'clock , just as they have given up all hope of seeing any improvement , it clears up in a degree , -- against its will , -- and allows two or three depressed and tearful sunbeams to struggle forth , rather with a view to dishearten the world than to brighten it . Sunday at Herst is much the same as any other day . There are no rules , no restrictions . In the library may be found volumes of sermons waiting for those who may wish for them .