five o'clock
What is the good of me laboriously writing down that she is beautiful and charming when I am convinced in my own mind she is nothing of the kind ? However , I mean to persevere ... . We all meet at tea -- the nicest time of the day I think . My friend Katie says the world is n't properly warmed up till five o'clock , and certainly there is a feeling of comfort all over everything at the clink of the teacups . Mrs. Russel being Scots , knows how to give a proper tea , with plates , and knives , and scones , and jam ; and I am as greedy as a schoolboy over it . Yesterday there was no milk -- such a blow . The cows had wandered into a man 's land , and he , as the custom is , marched them into the pound five miles away , and there we were -- milkless !