eleven o'clock in the morning
Peggy is a dear little thing . Peter has always been awfully fond of her , but she does n't seem to have an idea in her head beyond her clothes and Harry Goward , though she 'll HAVE to have something more to her if she 's going to keep HIM . The moment I saw that boy , of course I knew that he had the artistic temperament ; I 've seen so much of it . He 's the kind that 's always awfully gloomy until eleven o'clock in the morning , and has to make love intensely to somebody every evening . What it must have been to that boy , after indulging in a romantic dream with poor little earnest , downright Peggy , to wake up and find the engagement taken seriously not only by her , but by all her relatives -- find himself being welcomed into the family , introduced to them all as a future member -- what it must have been to him I ca n't imagine ! Peggy has no more temperament than a cow -- the combination of Maria and Tom , and Grandmother Evarts , and Billy with his face washed clean , and Alice with three enormous bows on her hair , all waiting to welcome him , standing by the pictorial lamp on the brown worsted mat on the centre-table , made me fairly howl when I sat at home and thought of it -- and that was before I 'd SEEN Harry . The family were , of course , quite `` hurt '' that Peter and I would n't assist at the celebration .