seven o'clock in the morning
`` But it does n't lay eggs , '' said Hugh . `` I do n't think cocks are supposed to lay eggs , '' said Betty thoughtfully . `` Well , I do n't see why they should n't , '' said Hugh ; `` widowers have children . '' Suppose all aunts , that is to say , all professional aunt , know what it is to be visited at seven o'clock in the morning by nephews and nieces , fresh , vigorous , and rosy after a night 's rest . Fresh , and oh ! so vigorous and deliciously rosy were Hugh and Betty when they appeared at my bedside at seven o'clock the next morning . `` Hullo ! ''