five o’clock
And Dora returned , looking such a lovely little creature , that I really doubted whether she ought to be troubled with anything so ordinary . And she loved me so much , and was so captivating -LRB- particularly when she made Jip stand on his hind legs for toast , and when she pretended to hold that nose of his against the hot teapot for punishment because he would n't -RRB- , that I felt like a sort of Monster who had got into a Fairy 's bower , when I thought of having frightened her , and made her cry . After tea we had the guitar ; and Dora sang those same dear old French songs about the impossibility of ever on any account leaving off dancing , La ra la , La ra la , until I felt a much greater Monster than before . We had only one check to our pleasure , and that happened a little while before I took my leave , when , Miss Mills chancing to make some allusion to tomorrow morning , I unluckily let out that , being obliged to exert myself now , I got up at five o'clock . Whether Dora had any idea that I was a Private Watchman , I am unable to say ; but it made a great impression on her , and she neither played nor sang any more . It was still on her mind when I bade her adieu ; and she said to me , in her pretty coaxing way -- as if I were a doll , I used to think : ` Now do n't get up at five o'clock , you naughty boy . It 's so nonsensical ! '