eleven o'clock
-- `` Dear me , '' interrupted Mrs. Tag-rag , anxiously addressing her daughter , `` I hope , Tabby , that Miss Nix will send home your lilac-colored frock by next Sunday ! '' `` If she _ do n't _ , ma , I 'll take care she never makes anything more for _ me _ , that 's poz ! '' replied Miss Tag-rag , earnestly . `` We 'll call there to-morrow , love , and hurry her on , '' said her mother ; and from that moment until eleven o'clock , when the amiable and interesting trio retired to rest , nothing was talked of but the charming Titmouse , and the good fortune he so richly deserved , and how long the courtship was likely to last . Mrs. Tag-rag , who , for the last month or so , had always remained on her knees before getting into bed , for at least ten minutes , on this eventful evening compressed her prayers , I regret to say , into one minute and a half 's time , -LRB- as for Tag-rag , a hardened heathen , for all he had taken to hearing Mr. Horror , he always tumbled prayerless into bed , the moment he was undressed ;-RRB- while , for once in a way , Miss Tag-rag , having taken only five minutes to put her hair into papers , popped into bed directly she had blown the candle out , without saying _ any _ prayers -- or even thinking of finishing the novel which lay under her pillow , and which she had got on the sly from the circulating library of the late Miss Snooks . For several hours she lay in a delicious revery , imagining herself become Mrs. Tittlebat Titmouse , riding about Clapham in a handsome carriage , going to the play every night ; and what would the three Miss Knippses say when they heard of it ? -- they 'd burst .