four o'clock
She tells me the family history of all her relatives , and indeed it 's very depressing , it is , '' -LRB- with a relapse into her merry Irish accent -RRB- , `` for they are subject to the most terrible afflictions ! I 've had one dose of it to-day , and I do n't want another ! '' Peggy laughed , and carried off her bundle , lingered in the kitchen just long enough to remind the cook that `` apple charlotte served with cream '' was a seasonable pudding at the fall of the year , and then went upstairs to put on the red dress , and relieve her feelings by making grimaces at herself in the glass as she fastened the buttons . At four o'clock the patter of horses ' feet came from below , doors opened and shut , and there was a sound of voices in the hall . The visitors had arrived ! Peggy pressed her lips together , and bent doggedly over her writing . She had not progressed with her work as well as she had hoped during Rob 's absence , for her thoughts had been running on other subjects , and she had made mistake after mistake .