five o'clock
said he , seating himself by the table . Ditte peeped out at him ; when he was there , there was no fear of being turned out of bed . `` Oh , there you are , little wagtail , '' said he . `` Go to sleep again , it 's only five o'clock -- but maybe you 're thinking of a cup of coffee in bed ? '' Ditte glanced at her mother , who stood with her back to her . Then she nodded her head eagerly . Lars Peter drank half of his coffee , put some more sugar in the cup , and handed it to the child .