eleven o'clock
`` Why , I have what I call a ` window-school . ' It is too cold now ; but in warm weather I am wheeled out on my 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 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 ? ''