eight o'clock
Yellow Dog Papillon , who had been left with Brigit to keep her company , lay on one of the rugs and snapped rudely at flies . It was very warm , and the tea had proved quite undrinkable . Brigit thought that she did not greatly care for the Chevreuil d'Or . Then eight o'clock struck and she rose and rang for hot water . The `` maid , '' who was incidentally a grandmother , wore a blue skirt and a red blouse and smiled cheerfully and toothlessly . `` Yes , yes , mademoiselle , _ de l'eau chaude _ . I have brought it !