eight o'clock
That was all . Knowing it , she feel asleep , and dreamed of a sudden gift of beauty and attractiveness . For several days Sally did not see the young man , and so she half forgot him , lost him in the mixture of her more pressing preoccupations . Every morning she rose at eight o'clock , after her mother had left the house for her first situation , and then , breakfasting slowly , she had just time to reach Miss Jubb 's by nine . She did not like Miss Jubb , who was a thin-faced and fussy person who always wore a grey pinafore and felt that her untidy grey hair looked as though it might hint a sorrow rather than betray advancing years . Miss Jubb was full of the futile vanity of the elderly spinster , her mouth full of pins , and her head full of paper patterns . She lived with her mother on two floors of an old house , and one of the downstairs rooms was used on Sundays for sitting in and during the week for trying on .