eleven o'clock
Is n't it a queer world ? And all mirage , as Nelson said . Well , now let us get on and laugh and be gay . An eleven o'clock breakfast was our usual fun ; you ca n't imagine such a well arranged party , never a jar or disagreement , like , I am sure , we should be having if there were Englishwomen . In a flock Americans are infinitely more agreeable to deal with . I expect it is in the blood , having had to spend such quantities of time , all women together , while the men are away . The moment we finished our food we drew up at our destination , and in this wilderness there was a telegraph station and a few shanties , but it could all be lit by electric light !