fourteen o'clock
`` If you do it again I 'll shoot ! '' and he held his popgun up to his shoulder just like a soldier boy in battle . And if the little canary in my room does n't wink at me all night so that I ca n't hear the alarm clock in the morning , I 'll tell you another story . Well , my little canary bird did n't wink at me all night , as I feared it might in the last story , and my alarm clock said `` good morning '' to me at half-past fourteen o'clock , so I got up in time , and here is the story I wrote before I went out into the garden to eat raspberries with Robbie Redbreast . One evening as Uncle Lucky and Billy Bunny were driving along in the Luckymobile , who should they come across but a little billygoat named Danny . He had a little beard that hung down from his chin and two little horns that stuck up from his head , and he was playing on a flute while he sat cross-legged on a stone by the roadside . And when he saw our two small friends in their machine , he began to play : It 's not so far to the twinkle star In the little white boat of sleep .