nine o'clock
Margaret bent over Pixie 's bedside , tears shining in her eyes , and lifting the slight figure in her arms , shook it to and fro , until the grey eyes opened in astonishment , and a sleepy voice murmured -- `` Is ' t morning ? Time get up ? '' `` Morning , no ! It is not nine o'clock , and Miss Phipps thought you would certainly be awake , with so much music going on ; but it 's no use , I must wake you , whatever happens ! Here 's your dressing-gown . Here are your bedroom slippers . You have to come downstairs with me this minute ! ''