ten o'clock
An ' ai n't it a shame , a shame ! Think of Miss Polly -- I mean , Mis ' Chilton -- bein ' poor ! My stars and stockings , I ca n't sense it -- I ca n't , I ca n't ! '' Perhaps to no one did Nancy speak so interestedly as she did to a tall , good-looking young fellow with peculiarly frank eyes and a particularly winning smile , who cantered up to the side door on a mettlesome thoroughbred at ten o'clock that Thursday morning . At the same time , to no one did she talk with so much evident embarrassment , so far as the manner of address was concerned ; for her tongue stumbled and blundered out a `` Master Jimmy -- er -- Mr. Bean -- I mean , Mr. Pendleton , Master Jimmy ! '' with a nervous precipitation that sent the young man himself into a merry peal of laughter . `` Never mind , Nancy !