eleven o'clock
Morning in the midst of repairs is an awful thing ! I looked , despaired and then dictated a letter to the Hazzards , urging them to come at once with all their sweltering friends ! I needed some one to make me forget . At eleven o'clock , Poopendyke brought me a note from the chatelaine of the east wing . It had been dropped into the courtyard from one of the upper windows . The reading of it transformed me into a stern , relentless demon . She very calmly announced that she had a headache and could n't think of being disturbed that day and probably not the next .