eleven o’clock
To Garum Firs While the possible troubles of Maggie 's future were occupying her father 's mind , she herself was tasting only the bitterness of the present . Childhood has no forebodings ; but then , it is soothed by no memories of outlived sorrow . The fact was , the day had begun ill with Maggie . The pleasure of having Lucy to look at , and the prospect of the afternoon visit to Garum Firs , where she would hear uncle Pullet 's musical box , had been marred as early as eleven o'clock by the advent of the hair-dresser from St Ogg 's , who had spoken in the severest terms of the condition in which he had found her hair , holding up one jagged lock after another and saying , `` See here ! tut , tut , tut ! '' in a tone of mingled disgust and pity , which to Maggie 's imagination was equivalent to the strongest expression of public opinion . Mr Rappit , the hair-dresser , with his well-anointed coronal locks tending wavily upward , like the simulated pyramid of flame on a monumental urn , seemed to her at that moment the most formidable of her contemporaries , into whose street at St Ogg 's she would carefully refrain from entering through the rest of her life .