nine o'clock
She had waked up feeling very listless and tired ; had been late for school ; had been kept in for Cicero . In the afternoon she had been going to a tea given to her class at the school , but her mother said her cold was too bad for her to go , and besides she really felt too tired . She had n't eaten any supper , and had been quite cross with her mother in their talk about the dining-room , which was the worst thing that had happened at all . And now at nine o'clock she wanted to go to bed , but her algebra would not , _ would not _ come right , and life was horrible , and she was unfit to live it anyway , and she wished she was ... `` You are crying , '' stated a calm young voice across the table . Brought up with a cool round turn , greatly mortified , Fifi thought that the best way to meet the emergency was just to say nothing . `` What is the matter ? '' demanded the professorial tones .