morning about eight o'clock
She had not been allowed to put up her hair that evening . She was not a grown-up lady yet . Therefore would she grin at whomsoever she pleased . The Kitten was born on a Whitsunday morning about eight o'clock . Mr Ffolliot went himself to announce the news to Ger , who was sitting in his high chair eating bread and milk at nursery breakfast . Ger was all alone with Thirza , the under-nurse , and he was thunderstruck to see his father at such an unusual hour , above all , in such an unusual place as his nursery . `` Ger , '' said Mr Ffolliot , quite genially for him , `` you 've got a new little sister . ''