about six o'clock
At once . '' `` Uncle James was always calling me a fool , '' said Tom the next morning ; `` and I must be , or I should n't have thought poor Uncle Richard half crazy . What a lot of stuff I did get into my head . '' He was dressing with his window wide open ; the sun was shining warmly , though it was only about six o'clock , and a delicious scent floated in from the garden and the pine-woods beyond . `` Grinding corn and turning miller ! '' he said , and he burst into a merry fit of laughter , and then stopped short with a hair-brush in his hand , staring at his face in the glass , for he hardly knew it ; he looked so different to the sad , depressed lad whose countenance had gazed wearily at him from the mirror when he rose of a morning in London . `` It must be the fresh country air , '' he said to himself ; but all the same he felt that it must be something more , and he hastened to finish dressing and go down , so as to have a good look round before breakfast punctually at eight .