Six o’clock
But she never would be said by me . '' She turned as if to appeal to the good sense of the others against a refractory child while Aunt Julia gazed in front of her , a vague smile of reminiscence playing on her face . `` No , '' continued Aunt Kate , `` she would n't be said or led by anyone , slaving there in that choir night and day , night and day . Six o'clock on Christmas morning ! And all for what ? '' `` Well , is n't it for the honour of God , Aunt Kate ? '' asked Mary Jane , twisting round on the piano-stool and smiling .