six
o'clock
They would sit there in the empty nursery , recalling fondly every smallest detail of that dreadful evening . It had begun so uneventfully , so precisely like a hundred other evenings , with Nana putting on the water for Michael 's bath and carrying him to it on her back . `` I wo n't go to bed , '' he had shouted , like one who still believed that he had the last word on the subject , `` I wo n't , I wo n't . Nana , it is n't six o'clock yet . Oh dear , oh dear , I sha n't love you any more , Nana . I tell you I wo n't be bathed , I wo n't , I wo n't ! '' Then Mrs. Darling had come in , wearing her white evening-gown .