Nine o'clock
At this rate Hilary began to feel that it was not uninterrupted bliss to be in London , and this suspicion was deepened when at nine o'clock her hostess looked at her stolidly , and remarked -- `` You are tired , my dear . Go to bed , and have a good night 's rest . '' Hilary bridled , and held her little head at the angle of injured dignity which her sisters knew so well . Nine o'clock indeed ! As if she were a baby ! `` Oh , thank you , Miss Carr , but I am not tired . It was such an easy journey .