three o'clock
Jessie 's cheeks bloomed like roses , and her heart went pit-a-pat with joy-beats . A happier breakfast party could scarcely have been found that morning in or out of Duncanville . To increase the flow of Jessie 's delight , shortly after she had taken her seat in her own pretty little chair , her uncle entered the parlor with merriment in his eyes , and said : `` Sew away , my little puss . The north wind is on your side , and in spite of the bright sun will keep the snow from melting , so that you may coast after dinner with Guy and your friend Carrie , and take a sleigh-ride , too , at three o'clock with a funny old gentleman named Morris . What do you say to that my puss , eh ? '' `` I 'm _ so _ glad , I do n't know what to say , Uncle . But , see here !