6 A.M.
Bog found his supper all ready for him , and it was a good one . For his aunt , although the victim of a chronic rheumatism , had contrived to preserve a sharp appetite from the wreck of her former health , and cooked three meals for herself and two for Bog -LRB- who was never home at noon -RRB- daily . She was singularly punctual , too . Breakfast was always smoking hot on the table at 6 A.M. ; and supper -LRB- and dinner combined , for Bog -RRB- was never a minute behind 5 P.M. in the winter time . Bog , who had a truly boyish idea of feminine excellencies , considered that this knack of cooking , and this amazing punctuality , were more than an offset for his aunt 's little infirmities of temper , and her everlasting discourse on the rheumatics . Though the beef hash was good , and the toast nicely browned and buttered , and the tea strong , and the fire burning brightly through the grates of the stove , and the curtains snugly drawn , and everything cheerful and comfortable in Bog 's humble home , the boy was unhappy , and could not eat . Happily , his aunt was so engrossed with her own physical troubles , that she never noticed indications of ill health in other people .