three o'clock in the morning
In that strong , cheerful light , the phantom faces had shrunk back to great red bunches of flowers again . She thought of the absurd dream , or vision , as of something that had happened ages ago , and wondered that she had been foolish enough to be frightened by it . There was no noise in her father 's room . But that was not strange , for he rarely retired to bed before three o'clock in the morning -LRB- even when he did not sit up all night -RRB- , and slept till eight . His sleep , though short , was sound ; and it was Pet 's custom to prepare breakfast in her father 's room without waking him . She washed her face , which looked rosy and bewitching in the little cracked mirror , and dressed her hair in two simple bands down the cheeks , and put on a white calico dress with small red spots , and a white apron bound with blue . This was the dress that her father loved the best .