twelve o'clock
I begged my jolly friend , N. E. Wind , to be off with himself , as he interrupted my work . So he gave one long wheugh ! and away he went . At twelve o'clock my painting was done . It was the best piece I had done in a long while ; one square of glass in particular was superb , though I say it that ought not say it . It was a picture of the palace of Queen Mab ; towers and spires were there , hung with crystal bells ; the castle was set round with trees , some slim , shooting up above the towers , some stunted throwing out their branches in every direction . The whole glittered most brilliantly .