one o'clock
At ten o'clock Dr. Llewellyn came for the regular morning lessons . If these were a little unusual for a girl of Peggy 's age she was certainly none the worse for her very practical knowledge of mathematics , her ability to conduct correctly the business side of the estate , for upon this , as the business manager , good Dr. Llewellyn insisted , and if that bonny , well-poised , level little head sometimes grew weary over investments , and interest , and profits and losses , and nestled down confidingly upon his shoulder , the subjects were none the less fully digested , and Peggy knew to a dollar , as he did , whence her income was derived and to what use it was put . Then , too , Dr. Llewellyn in his love for the classics made them a fairy world for the girl and the commingling of the practical with the ideal maintained the balance . When one o'clock came dinner was served and after that Dr. Llewellyn went his way and Peggy hurried off to her beloved horses . On this day Columbine was to bid good-bye to Severndale . As Peggy entered the big airy stable with its row upon row of scrupulously neat box stalls , for no other sort was permitted in Severndale , Columbine greeted her from one of them , as though asking : `` Why am I kept mewed up in here while all my companions are enjoying their daily liberty out yonder ? '' Peggy opened the gate and entered the stall .