seven o’clock
`` To-morrow morning you shall have the wet-nurse . No , by the way , I 'll call for you , and we will go and choose her together ; it is curious . Be under arms at half-past eight . '' It is barely seven o'clock . A pale ray of daylight is stealing through the double curtains , and already some one is tapping at the door . I can hear in the next room from the stifled laughter and the silvery tones of Baby , who is quivering with impatience , and asking leave to come in . `` Papa , '' he cries , `` it is Baby , it is Baby come for the New Year . ''