four o’clock in the afternoon
The rest of the green and white gauzy stuff had been looped from the corners of the tent to the centre of the roof-piece , and delicate tendrils of wild clematis climbed here and there as if it were growing , its roots plunged in cunningly hidden bottles of water . Bell had gone about with pieces of awning cloth and green braid , and stitched an elaborate system of pockets on the inside of the tent wherever they would not be too prominent . There were tiny pockets for needle-work , thimbles , and scissors , medium-sized pockets for soap and combs and brushes , bigger pockets for shoes and slippers and stockings , and mammoth pockets for anything else that Elsie might ordain to put in a pocket . By four o'clock in the afternoon Margery had used her clever fingers to such purpose that a white silesia flag , worked with the camp name , floated from the tip top of the front entrance to the tent . The ceremony of raising the flag was attended with much enthusiasm , and its accomplishment greeted by a deafening cheer from the entire party . ` Unless one wants Paradise , ' sighed Margery , ` who would n't be contented with dear Camp Chaparral ? ' ` Who would live in a house , any way ? '