about twelve o'clock
Rosalie was glad to leave the town , and feel the fresh country air blowing upon her face . It was so very refreshing after the close , stagnant air of the fair . She opened the upper part of the door , and stood looking out , watching Toby , who was driving , and talking to him from time to time of the objects which they passed by the way ; it was a new road to Rosalie and to her mother . At length , about twelve o'clock , they came to a little village , where they halted for a short time , that the horses might rest before going farther . The country children were just leaving the village school , and they gathered round the caravans with open eyes and mouths , staring curiously at the smoke coming from the small chimneys , and at Rosalie , who was peeping out from between the muslin curtains . But , after satisfying their curiosity , they moved away in little groups to their various homes , that they might be in time to get their dinner done before afternoon school . Then the village street was quite quiet , and Rosalie stood at the door , watching the birds hopping from tree to tree , and the bees gathering honey from the flowers in the gardens .