noon
They kissed and curled down contentedly , sleeping like babies all night . Father was watching ! The fog had delayed them some hours , but when the girls awoke , late the next morning , there was not a vestige of it left , save an extra brilliance in the clear air , while the engines were pounding away in a brave effort to bring them into Lisbon by the schedule . As noon approached , and the pale tan of the coast line grew upon them , all was animation on board , for any landing when voyaging by sea , is an event , and especially so when the stay is to be of several hours duration . Our twins dragged out their flat steamer trunks from under their beds , and pulled out their prettiest street costumes , glad to discard the useful ulster for a light jacket and hat . They were told the weather would be mild on shore , though it was November , and they were delighted to feel themselves really `` dressed up '' again , as Hope remarked . `` Do you know , '' put in her sister ruminantly , `` there 's ever so much difference between being dressed up and well dressed .