eleven o'clock
Little did Eyebright care for the stuffy cabin . She found the boat and all its appointments delightful ; and when , after breakfast , the old captain took her down to the engine-room and showed her the machinery , she fairly skipped with pleasure . It was a sort of noisy fairy-land to her imagination ; all those wonderful cogs and wheels , and shining rods and shafts , moving and working together so smoothly and so powerfully . She was sorry enough when , at eleven o'clock , they left the boat , and landed at a small hamlet , which seemed to have no name as yet , perhaps because it was so very young . Eyebright asked a boy what they called the town , but all he said in reply was , '' ` Tai n't a teown '' -- and something about a `` Teownship , '' which she did n't at all understand . Here they had some dinner , and Mr. Bright hired a wagon to take them '' ` cross country '' to Scrapplehead , which was the village nearest to `` Causey Island , '' as Eyebright now learned that their future home was called . `` Cosy , '' papa pronounced it .