eleven o'clock
`` But you 're clean , Bob , and hungry , I hope . Now I want a great big hug to pay me for dressing you . '' He held out his arms , and his new charge sprang into them , pressing arms like sticks around the strong neck of the man who seemed to him already the best friend he had in the world -- as he was . At eleven o'clock , a round of calls made , the Green Imp came for Bob and Mrs. Lessing . They met him , hand in hand , the little figure in its voluminous misfit clothes looking quaint , enough beside the perfect outlines of his companion 's attire . But both faces were very happy . `` How many dollars do you suppose Ellen has , stowed away in that handsome purse of hers , ready to spend on the child ? ''