four in the morning
`` What should tire me ? '' asked Antonia , opening her big brown eyes in astonishment . `` I travelled first-class from London , and drove out here in a landau ; the whole journey was nothing short of effeminate . When I was in Paris I rose at four in the morning , and worked at my easel standing for five hours at a stretch ; that was something like work . No , I 'm not the least tired , thank you , and I do n't want to be bothered tidying myself , for I may as well say frankly that I do n't care twopence how I look . '' `` Tea will be ready in half an hour , '' said Hester . `` Will you come out into the garden , then , for a stroll ? ''