Eleven o'clock
Tilly laughed ; then an odd little twist came to her mouth . `` Yes , Cordelia ; we 're -- going to church , '' she answered . `` What time ? '' `` Eleven o'clock , Genevieve said . '' `` Oh , wo n't that be fun -- I mean , I 'm very glad , '' corrected Cordelia , hastily , a confused red in her cheeks . In Cordelia 's bed that night , Cordelia thought happily : `` Maybe now I can get some new ideas for Uncle Thomas to put in his services . They do everything so differently here in the West , and Uncle 's audiences get so small sometimes , specially Sunday evenings . ''