twelve o'clock
I dropped the letter , and shouldered my burden . XI . The Runaway Perambulator I sometimes met David in public places such as the Kensington Gardens , where he lorded it surrounded by his suite and wearing the blank face and glass eyes of all carriage-people . On these occasions I always stalked by , meditating on higher things , though Mary seemed to think me very hardhearted , and Irene , who had become his nurse -LRB- I forget how , but fear I had something to do with it -RRB- , ran after me with messages , as , would I not call and see him in his home at twelve o'clock , at which moment , it seemed , he was at his best . No , I would not . `` He says tick-tack to the clock , '' Irene said , trying to snare me . `` Pooh ! ''