eleven o'clock
`` How did you ever learn all their names ? '' `` Well , I have what I call a ` window-school . ' It is too cold now ; but in warm weather I am wheeled out on my little balcony , and the Ruggleses climb up and walk along our garden fence , and sit down on the roof of our carriage-house . That brings them quite near , and I read to them and tell them stories ; On Thanksgiving Day they came up for a few minutes , it was quite warm at eleven o'clock , and we told each other what we had to be thankful for ; but they gave such queer answers that Papa had to run away for fear of laughing ; and I could n't understand them very well . Susan was thankful for ` TRUNKS , ' of all things in the world ; Cornelius , for ` horse cars ; ' Kitty , for ` pork steak ; ' while Clem , who is very quiet , brightened up when I came to him , and said he was thankful for ` HIS LAME PUPPY . ' Was n't that pretty ? '' `` It might teach some of us a lesson , might n't it , little girl ? ''