two o'clock
Broadly speaking , a crying child is the unanswerable condemnation of mother or nurse , except when the cry is the outcome of natural pain . Now that I have two to look after -LRB- and a third on the road -RRB- , they occupy all my thoughts . Even you , whom I love so dearly , have become a memory to me . My own dressing is not always completed by two o'clock . I have no faith in mothers whose rooms are in apple-pie order , and who themselves might have stepped out of a bandbox . Yesterday was one of those lovely days of early April , and I wanted to take my children for a walk , while I was still able -- for the warning bell is in my ears . Such an expedition is quite an epic to a mother !