eight o'clock
Everybody was on the porch to meet us when we drove up , and Miss Susanna gave him such a gracious welcome , and was so sweet and stately and quaint and lovely in her white dotted Swiss muslin dress which Miss Araminta Armstrong says she has been wearing for six summers , and which has the dearest little darns in it , that Father 's face got real flushed , and once I really believe there were tears in his eyes . He might have been an ambassador at some court who was being received , for at no court in Europe could a lady bow as Mrs. General Gaines bows , and she gave her best to Father when he was presented . I do n't like her , but she certainly is an old swell . And then Isham -LRB- he 's Uncle Henson and Aunt Mandy 's grandson , and totes water all day long from the well up into the house , when he is n't playing a Jew 's - harp in the sun -RRB- came out and got Father 's bags and things and took them up-stairs , and a little later Uncle Henson brought up on a silver tray one of those mint juleps , about which Father told Mr. Willie Prince , who made it , that the half could never be told , and at eight o'clock we had breakfast . Usually Father does n't take anything at home but grape-fruit and coffee , but that morning , and every morning he was here , he ate waffles , and batter-bread , and beaten biscuits , and everything else Miss Susanna would urge him to try , and he said he could n't understand how he could eat so much . I did n't tell him , but I think it was because of the juleps . They 're the best things for poor appetites ever invented yet , Major Hairston says , and he ought to know , being over seventy and never having missed taking two a day since he could fix them for himself .