four o'clock
`` Do n't you think we might manage a French tea in the garden at four o'clock ? We have some rare old china and some solid silver and Dresden linen , and we could get Lucy Jones to wait upon us . Do you think we can do it ? '' `` Perhaps we can , '' Bessie replied , reflecting that a French tea in the garden at four o'clock meant only thin slices of bread and butter , with biscuits and possibly some little sponge cakes which would not cost much . She could go without a pair of gloves and make the old ones do . All extras came out of poor little Bessie , but she was accustomed to it , and did not mind , and just now she was so glad to have her mother with her , for Daisy , as if a little remorseful for what she was about to do , was unusually sweet and affectionate and kind , and devoted herself to her husband as she had never done since Bessie could remember . She washed his face and hands and brushed his hair , and wheeled him out into the garden under the old yew tree , where he once slept on the summer morning while she kept the sun and the flies from him .