seven o'clock
Her mistress was petulant ; there was no sunshine in the bright August day as it appeared to her . Toward dawn , after she had counted many millions of black sheep jumping backward over a fence , she had fallen asleep . Aunt Fanny obeyed her usual instructions on this luckless morning . It was Beverly 's rule to be called every morning at seven o'clock . But how was her attendant to know that the graceful young creature who had kicked the counterpane to the foot of the bed and had mauled the pillow out of all shape , had slept for less than thirty minutes ? How was she to know that the flushed face and frown were born in the course of a night of distressing perplexities ? She knew only that the sleeping beauty who lay before her was the fairest creature in all the universe .