half past six
The sky is like a blue canopy , not a cloud to be seen , the air just sets one nearly crazy , and that blue , sparkling water makes me long to dive head-first into it . '' `` Well , why not ? '' asked Polly . `` It is only half past six and loads of time for a dip before breakfast . Let 's get into our bathing suits , bang on the ceiling to wake up Happy , Shortie and Wheedles and make them stick their heads out of the window . '' It did not take five minutes to carry the suggestion into effect and a golf stick thumping `` reveille '' under Wheedles ' bed effectually brought him back from dreams of Annapolis . Rousing out the other two he stuck a tousled head out of his window to be hailed by two bonny little figures prancing excitedly upon the balcony beneath him .