four o'clock in the morning
And where is she -- the right one ? If she ever comes near my yard and answers my whistle , I 'll know it ; and then I 'll teach these popinjays in blue coats and white pantaloons what Adam was made for . But the wrong one -- there 's the terror ! Only think of so composite a phenomenon as Mrs. Walters , for instance , adorned with limp nightcap and stiff curl-papers , like garnishes around a leg of roast mutton , waking up beside me at four o'clock in the morning as some gray-headed love-bird of Madagascar , and beginning to chirp and trill in an ecstasy ! The new neighbors have come -- mother , younger daughter , and servants . The son is at West Point ; and the other daughter lingers a few days , unable , no doubt , to tear herself away from her beloved pennyroyal and dearest Green River . They are quiet ; have borrowed nothing from any one in the neighborhood ; have well-dressed , well-trained servants ; and one begins to be a little impressed .