seven o’clock in the morning
Myself , for purposes of observation , I have generally chosen December or the early part of January . But one never knows . Maybe one of these days I 'll want a summer sunrise , with birds and dew-besprinkled flowers : it goes well with the rustic heroine , the miller 's daughter , or the girl who brings up chickens and has dreams . I met a brother author once at seven o'clock in the morning in Kensington Gardens . He looked half asleep and so disagreeable that I hesitated for awhile to speak to him : he is a man that as a rule breakfasts at eleven . But I summoned my courage and accosted him . `` This is early for you , '' I said .