eight o'clock
It really was as much as he could do , he do n't mind confessing to me , to look them two young things in the face , and think what a wicked old father of lies he had grown up to be . Howsomever , he went on a lying like a Trojan about the pony . He told 'em that it did so unfortunately happen that the pony was half clipped , you see , and that he could n't be taken out in that state , for fear it should strike to his inside . But that he 'd be finished clipping in the course of the day , and that to-morrow morning at eight o'clock the pheayton would be ready . Boots 's view of the whole case , looking back on it in my room , is , that Mrs. Harry Walmers , Junior , was beginning to give in . She had n't had her hair curled when she went to bed , and she did n't seem quite up to brushing it herself , and its getting in her eyes put her out . But nothing put out Master Harry .