eleven o'clock
` Nay ; now , mother mine , I shall say you have taken lessons in the school of flattery , for which you were ready to take me to task not long ago . But I must away to look round the stables , and see to the proper equipment of the men who will ride with me to the tourney at Whitehall next month . ' * * * * * Lucy Forrester found her household duties irksome the next morning . A wrangle with her stepmother had ended in a stormy scene , when Mrs Forrester gave Lucy a sudden box on the ear for neglecting to replenish the fire on the open hearth with wood , so that when it was time to hang up the kettle to boil the meat for the dinner , served at eleven o'clock to the family , there were only a few smouldering white ashes left . ` As if I cared a groat for you ! Box the other ear if you like , and kindle your own fire , for me . ' ` You shall not have bite or sup in this house to-day , ' Mrs Forrester screamed , as Lucy darted out of the kitchen , answering , -- ` I do n't want your food .