nine o'clock
`` Ah , M. Rodolph , what a good painter you are ! '' `` Now this is the way you will pass your day -- '' `` Yes , yes , let us see how I shall employ myself all day . '' `` Early in the morning your good aunt wakes you with a tender kiss ; she brings with her a bowl of new milk , just warm , which she prays you to drink , as she fancies you are delicate about the lungs , poor dear child ! Well , you do as she wishes you ; then rise , and take a walk around the farm ; pay a visit to Musette , the poultry , your pets the pigeons , the flowers in the garden , till nine o'clock , when your writing-master arrives -- '' `` My writing-master ? '' `` Why , you know , unless you learned such necessary things as reading , writing , and accounts , you would not be able to assist your aunt to keep her books relative to the produce of the farm . '' `` Oh , to be sure ! How very stupid of me not to recollect that I must learn to write well , if I wished to help my aunt ! ''