five o'clock
Bread and butter . Watercress . Mustard and cress . This was at five o'clock , and as supper was at half-past eight , Janet urged the others to explore as much as possible , or they would have no appetite , and then Mrs. Pescod would be miserable . It was a delightful farm . There was everything that one wants in a farm , -- a pond with ducks ; a haystack half cut , so that one might jump about on it ; straw ricks on stone posts ; cowsheds smelling so warm and friendly , with swallows darting in and out of the doorway to their nests in the roof ; stables with gentle horses who ate the green stuff you gave them without biting you ; guinea-pigs , the property of Master Walter Pescod , who was a weekly boarder at Cirencester ; fantail pigeons ; bantams ; ferrets , very frightening to everyone but Kink , who knew just how to hold them ; and a turnip-slicer , which Gregory turned for some time , munching turnip all the while . Mrs. Pescod led the girls round with her on an egg-hunt , which is always one of the most interesting expeditions in life ; and Mr. Pescod , as the evening drew on , allowed the boys to accompany him with his gun to get a rabbit or two under the hedge , and he permitted Jack to fire it off .