about half past four
It would not be worth mentioning , save that our prophetic vision sees it coming into use by and by . Not to analyze too closely , everything in this room speaks of life , health , and movement . In spite of smallness , bareness , and angularity , it is fit for a May morning to enter , and expand to full-grown day . It is now about half past four , and the crisp new sunshine , just above ground , has clambered over the window-sill , taken a flying leap across the narrow floor , and is chuckling full in the agreeable face asleep upon the pillow . The face , feeling the warmth , and conscious , through its closed eyelids , of the light , presently stretches its eyebrows , then blinks , and finally yawns , -- Ah -- h ! Thirty-two even , white teeth , in perfect order ; a great , red , healthy tongue , and a round , mellow roar , the parting remonstrance of the sleepy god , taking flight for the day . Thereupon a voice , fetched from some profounder source than the back of the head , -- `` Steward !