eleven o'clock
in the morning
The very bread was to-morrow 's bread ; but these marvellous creatures could not be supplied by the management as improvements or luxuries of any kind . Peter seemed to have opened a door into a crystal-walled world peopled entirely by dryads . He thought of dryads , because in pictures , beings called by that name were taller , slimmer , more graceful , more beautiful , and had longer legs than young females of mortal breed . There were five of them -LRB- at least he believed there were five -RRB- , and though it was eleven o'clock in the morning , they were dressed as if for the prince 's ball in the story of `` Cinderella . '' Unless on the stage , Peter had never seen such dresses or such girls . He heard himself gasp ; and afterward , when he and a wave together had banged the door shut , he hoped that he had said : `` I beg your pardon . '' He was so confused , however , that he was not at all sure he had not blurted out `` Good Lord ! ''