five o'clock
Cheek and lips were a glowing rosy red -- while her eyes , of the deepest and darkest blue , were the merriest that ever gazed up to the summer sunshine . Suddenly from over the trees there came the sound of the great bell at the Hall . Daisy stood quite still in alarm . `` It is five o'clock ! '' she cried . `` What shall I do ? Aunt Septima will be so angry with me ; she promised Miss Pluma her white dresses should be at the Hall by five , and it is that already . ''