three o’clock
And one , at least , of the old visions of wealth was fulfilled , for Kate 's pocket-money enabled her to keep herself in story-books and unlimited white paper , as well as to set up a paint-box with real good colours . But somehow , a new tale every week had not half the zest that stories had when a fresh book only came into the house by rare and much prized chances ; and though the paper was smooth , and the blue and red lovely , it was not half so nice to draw and paint as with Sylvia helping , and the remains of Mary 's rubbings for making illuminations ; nay , Lily spoiling everything , and Armyn and Charlie laughing at her were now remembered as ingredients in her pleasure ; and she would hardly have had the heart to go on drawing but that she could still send her pictorial stories to Sylvia , and receive remarks on them . There were no more Lady Ethelindas in flounces in Kate 's drawings now ; her heroines were always clergymen 's daughters , or those of colonists cutting down trees and making the butter . At three o'clock the carriage came to the door ; and on Mondays and Thursdays took Lady Caergwent and her governess to a mistress who taught dancing and calisthenic exercises , and to whom her aunts trusted to make her a little more like a countess than she was at present . Those were poor Kate 's black days of the week ; when her feet were pinched , and her arms turned the wrong way , as it seemed to her ; and she was in perpetual disgrace . And oh , that polite disgrace ! Those wishes that her Ladyship would assume a more aristocratic deportment , were so infinitely worse than a good scolding !