Six o'clock
The little old lady shook her head chidingly . `` You do not look well , my child . You are up too early . Six o'clock , that pert little Breton told me , when I found her fumbling in our trunks . When I told her that I was going to complain of her she said , ` Oh ! do n't do that , Madame , my godfather , the Duke de Morlay , would never forgive me ! '' The girls looked at each other .