fifteen minutes to eight
Next , a new thought ! Her father and mother had not seen her for two whole days -- not since she was six . `` Wonder if I show I 'm not taller , '' she mused under her breath . At precisely fifteen minutes to eight Jane took her by the hand . And she went down and down in the bronze cage , past the floor where were the guest chambers , past the library floor , which was where her mother and father lived , to the second floor of the great house . Here was the music-room , spacious and splendid , and the dining-room . The doors of this latter room were double .