nine o’clock
I suppose a parent may sometimes be right when he speaks with admiration of his own children . The probability of his being correct is to be determined by the amount of capacity he has for admiring other people 's children . However this may be in my own case , I venture to assert that Constance did look very lovely that morning . She was fresh as the young day : we were early people -- breakfast and prayers were over , and it was nine o'clock as she stood on the steps and I approached her from the lawn . `` O , papa ! is n't it jolly ? '' she said merrily .