1:30
What an idea ! To refuse a dinner with my P. C. uncle for his sake ! Grandmother , too , discovered that I also must be presented there . We ordered a carriage for 1:30 ; of course we could not with decency go to the P. C. 's on foot . Grandmother fastened my embroidered shirt under my waistcoat , and I was vain enough to allow the little pugnose to arrange my tie . She really could make pretty bows , I thought . As I gazed at myself in the looking-glass , I found that I should be a handsome boy when I had put on my silver-buttoned attila .