eight in the morning
`` I do n't know whether I am much better off than you , '' said an English lady , Mrs. Bridgetower . `` I certainly have a trained nurse to look after me , but she is altogether too much for me , and she does just as she pleases . She is always ailing , or else pretends to be ; and she is always depressed . She grumbles from eight in the morning till nine at night . I have heard that she is cheerful with other people , but she never gives me the benefit of her brightness . Poor thing ! She does feel the cold very much , but it is not very cheering to see her crouching near the stove , with her arms almost clasping it !