twelve o’clock
Aunt Lily had taken her for a quarter of an hour that morning , trying to infuse the real thought underlying the joy that makes it Christmas , not only yule-tide . But it all fell flat -- it was all lessons to her -- imposed on her on a day that she had not been used to see made what she called ` goody . ' Last year her father had shut himself up after church , and she had spent the evening in noisy mirth with the Seftons . Aunt Adeline was afraid of winter journeys as well as of the tumultuous festivities of Silverton ; so at twelve o'clock . Colonel Mohun drove the pony-carriage to meet the little trim Brownie who stepped out of the station , the porter carrying behind her a huge thing , long , and swathed in brown paper . ` It is quite light ; it wo n't hurt , ' she said , ` It must go with us . Put your legs across it , Regie .