five o'clock
Blow the candle out and let 's get to sleep as fast as we can , so as to make morning come quicker . '' Katy dreamed of home that night . Perhaps it was that which made her wake so early . It was not five o'clock , and the room was perfectly dark . She did not like to disturb Clover , so she lay perfectly still , for hours as it seemed , till a faint gray dawn crept in , and revealed the outlines of the big box standing by the window . Then she could wait no longer , but crept out of bed , crossed the floor on tip-toe , and raising the lid a little put in her hand . Something crumby and sugary met it , and when she drew it out , there , fitting on her finger like a ring , was a round cake with a hole in the middle of it .