five o'clock in the morning
Mrs. Flint selected a good-sized bunch of grapes with a placid smile , and a `` Thank you , Miss Jasmine '' -- Mrs. Mortlock also took grapes , Miss Slowcum selected flowers , and Mrs. Dredge partook of a peach with great relish , calling it , as she did so , a `` sweet reminiscence of the blooming country . '' After this little incident the ladies of Penelope Mansion and the Mainwaring girls became quite friendly ; nevertheless the three cried themselves to sleep that night . `` Within the house at least , '' remarked Poppy Jenkins , `` it ai n't what we dreamt of . '' She was standing the next morning in the room where the three sisters had slept -- it was early , only five o'clock in the morning , but this was Poppy 's London hour for rising . Jasmine was sitting up in bed and regarding her earnestly , Primrose was also awake , but Daisy slept like a cherub . `` It ai n't what we dreamt of , '' continued Poppy -- `` it 's work , and it 's dirt , and it 's dust , and it 's smuts . Oh , my word !