two o'clock
`` Why , I 've enough things of my own to look at and think about to last me a week , '' Cherry breathed ecstatically . `` Yes , and s ` posing you did get tired of that , '' spoke up Peace , `` there 's all the rest of the girls ' bundles to ` xamine . They 've each got a hundred ` most near , I sh 'd think . '' So for a long time they fluttered from room to room , admiring the pretty things that were now their own , nibbling chocolate drops , or discussing the party scheduled for two o'clock that afternoon . Then gradually conversation flagged ; each girl sought a favorite retreat , and surrounded by her pile of belongings , sat down to gloat over them . Silence fell upon the rooms , broken only by the sound of rustling ribbons caressed by admiring hands , the opening and shutting of boxes , the fluttering of story-book leaves , the protesting squeak of Queen Helen 's bisque arms and legs , and the rattle of mysterious puzzles . Cherry had retired to her own domain to regale herself with certain tempting volumes , and Peace and Allee were alone in the flag room when the older girl suddenly dropped the book in which she had been lost for a full half hour , and said eagerly , `` Allee , this is the most interesting story I ever read .