About four in the afternoon
To think that she , Mae Madden , could have acted so absurdly . She never would forgive herself , never . Then she cried some more , a good deal more . About four in the afternoon a very bright sunbeam peeped through her closed blinds , and she brushed away her tears , and peace came back to her small heart , and she felt like a New England valley after a shower , very fresh and clean , and goodly , -- just a trifle subdued , however . She would go to church . She had heard that there was lovely music at vespers , in the little church at the foot of Capo le Case . St. Andrea delle Frate , was it ?