eight o'clock
she said , with a sort of twanging nasal cadence . Mrs. Wellington turned her head composedly toward the show windows of a store . `` I do n't see why you wo n't say what you think , mamma , '' resumed the girl . `` You know some of these Newporters , so the papers say , do not breakfast before eight o'clock . '' `` Eight o'clock ! '' There was an explosion of derisive mirth on the seat above them . `` Ladies , '' the driver looked down with red cheeks and watery eyes , `` if you expect to see ` Rome ' Wellington 's people , you 'd better drive round 'till eleven o'clock .