eight o'clock
Perhaps it was too early . He turned round , curled his head into his arm , and with a half-muttered , half-dreamt statement about the wicker chair , he was once again asleep . He awoke to the customary sound of the bath water running into the bath . His room was flooded with sunshine , and old Jampot , the nurse -LRB- her name was Mrs. Preston and her shape was Jampot -RRB- , was saying as usual : `` Now , Master Jeremy , eight o'clock ; no lying in bed -- out -- you get -- bath -- ready . '' He stared at her , blinking . `` You should say ` Many Happy Returns of the Day , Master Jeremy , ' '' he remarked . Then suddenly , with a leap , he was out of bed , had crossed the floor , pushed back the nursery door , and was sitting in the wicker arm-chair , his naked feet kicking a triumphant dance .