about ten o'clock
Drip coffee , boiled up to an angry sea and half an eggshell dropped in like a fairy barque , to settle it . The Jetts , with whom we have really to do , drank two cups apiece at breakfast . Mrs. Jett , to the slight aid and abetment of one of her two rolls , stopped right there ; Mr. Jett plunging on into choice-of -- The second roll Mrs. Jett usually carried away with her from the table . Along about ten o'clock she was apt to feel faint rather than hungry . `` Gone , '' she called it . `` Feeling a little gone . '' Not that there was a suggestion of frailty about Mrs. Jett .