half past seven
About every other morning still I wake up and think what a splendid dream I have had and wonder if it is n't time for me to call Primmie and see about getting breakfast . And then it comes to me that it is n't a dream at all and that I do n't have to get up unless I want to , that I do n't have to do anything unless I want to , and that everything a sensible person could possibly want to do I CAN do , and have a free conscience besides , which is considerable . I do n't mean that I lay a-bed much later than I used to . I never could abide not getting up at a regular time , and so half past seven generally finds me ready to go down to breakfast . But , oh , it is a tremendous satisfaction to think that I could sleep later if I ever should want to . Although , of course , I ca n't conceive of my ever wanting to . Well , I must n't fill this whole letter with nonsense about the time I get up in the morning .