seven o'clock
Always on the alert for home letters , under no circumstances could she have been content to wait quietly until the next day for the coveted mail . If it were from her mother or father she could read it over and over before bedtime and go to sleep happy in the possession of it , and if it were from one of her numerous friends it would be joyfully received . The handwriting on the envelope Grace took from the bulletin board looked strangely familiar . Tearing it open , she glanced hastily over the few lines of the letter , an expression of incredulity in her eyes , for the note said : -- `` MY DEAR MISS HARLOWE : -- `` May I come to Wayne Hall to see you to-morrow evening at half-past seven o'clock ? Please leave note in the bulletin board stating whether this will be convenient for you . `` Yours sincerely , `` ALBERTA WICKS . '' Grace read the note again , then mechanically folding it , returned it to its envelope , and walked slowly back to Wayne Hall divided between her disappointment in the letter , and speculation as to the purport of Alberta Wicks 's proposed call .