three o'clock
I skipped over the shiny , lead-colored floor of the chamber in my stockings , while mother was taking from the bureau a clean suit for me , and singing `` Bonny Doon , '' with the sweetest voice in the world . She soon arrayed me in my red calico dress , spotted with yellow stars . I was proud of its buckram undersleeves , though they scratched my arms , and admired its wings , which extended over the protecting buckram . `` It is three o'clock ; the company will come soon . Be careful of your dress . You must stand by me at the table to hand the cups of tea . '' She left me standing in a chair , so that I might see my pantalettes in the high-hung glass , and the effect of my balloon-like sleeves .