seven
o’clock
There was reason to think that a tress of this same golden hair would lead to her recognition by some grandfather of unknown magnificence , as exactly like that of his long-lost Claribel , and this might result in her assuming splendours that would annihilate the aunt . Things seemed tending to a fracture of the ice under the cruellest cousin of all , and her rescue by Clare , when they would be carried senseless into the great house , and the recognition of Clare and the discomfiture of her foes would take place . How could Dolores shut the book at such a critical moment ! So there she was sitting in the midst of her scattered books , when the galloping and scampering began again , and Mysie knocked at the door to tell her there were pears , apples , biscuits , and milk in the dining-room , and that after consuming them , lessons had to be learnt for the next day , and then would follow amusements , evening toilette , seven o'clock tea , and either games or reading aloud till bedtime . As to the books , Mysie stood aghast . ` I thought nurse and Lois had done them all for you . ' ` They did them all wrong , so I took them down . '