three
o'clock
Inda sat by her mother and stared solemnly around , but Viva insisted upon being next her dear Mamzelle , and pranced up and down in a manner which augured ill for future comfort . Once she began to fidget , adieu to all hope of peace for her companions . Once she began to ask questions , it was safe to predict that she would go on until despair seized those who were obliged to answer . Pixie recognised signs of the coming attack , and managed an adroit change of places which would leave Mrs Wallace free to enjoy the afternoon , and punctually at three o'clock the performance began . The ring-master walked in and cracked his whip ; the clown tumbled head over heels into the arena , and cried , `` Here we are again ! '' the lady rider jumped through paper hoops , and blew kisses to the audience . Viva 's cheeks grew a vivid pink , and at each change in the performance she adopted a change of position .