eight o'clock
Then I washed my face in the dew , the same as we did in Christ-Church Meadow that glorious May-Day in Oxford . By the time Dinky-Dunk woke up I had the coffee boiling and the bacon sizzling in the pan . It was the most celestial smell that ever assailed human nostrils , and I blush with shame at the thought of how much I ate at that breakfast , sitting flat on an empty oat-sack and leaning against a wagon-wheel . By eight o'clock we were in the metropolis of Buckhorn and busy gathering up our things there . And they made a very respectable wagon-load . _ Thursday the Second _ I have been practising like mad learning to play the mouth-organ . I bought it in Buckhorn , without letting Dinky-Dunk know , and all day long , when I knew it was safe , I 've been at it .