6 A.M.
Paw 's langwidge is simply awful when we forget to bring him to meals . '' Mary ran on . When , after the lapse of some thirty minutes or so , the stentorian voice of Mrs. Yellett recalled Mary to camp , she found that the tin breakfast service had been washed and returned to the mess-box , the beds had been neatly folded and piled in one of the wagons -- in fact , the extremely simple tent-hold , to coin a word , was in absolute order . It was just 6 A.M. , and Mrs. Yellett thought it high time to begin school . Mary tried to convey to her that the hour was somewhat unusual , but she seemed to think that for pupils who were beginning their tasks comparatively late in life it would be impossible to start sufficiently early in the morning . So at this young and tender hour , with many misgivings , Mary set about preparing her _ al fresco _ class-room . She chose a nice , flat little piece of the United States , situated in the shade of the clump of willows that bordered a trickling creek not far from her sylvan bath-room of the early morning .