five o'clock
`` You see , Nan , '' wrote Betty , `` I am at last a heroine , an interesting invalid , with scars , and five bouquets of flowers on my table . I am sorry that I do n't amount to more usually . The trouble is that the other people here are so clever or so something-or-other that I ca n't help being more interested in them . I 'm afraid I am only an average girl , but I do seem to have a lot of friends and Miss Ferris , whom you are always admiring , has asked me to five o'clock tea . Perhaps , some day -- '' Writing with one 's left hand was too laborious , so Betty put the letter in a pigeon-hole of her desk to be finished later . As she slipped the sheets in , Miss Ferris 's note dropped out . `` I wonder if I shall ever want to ask her anything , '' thought Betty , as she put it carefully away in the small drawer of her desk that held her dearest treasures .