about eight o’clock
And I have put all this in though I do hate telling about it , because I own I have been hard on Dora , but I never will be again . She is a good old sort ; of course we never knew before about what Mother told her , or we would n't have ragged her as we did . We did not tell the little ones , but I got Alice to speak to Dicky , and we three can sit on the others if requisite . This made us forget all about the sherry ; but about eight o'clock there was a knock , and Eliza went , and we saw it was poor Jane , if her name was Jane , from the Vicarage . She handed in a brown-paper parcel and a letter . And three minutes later Father called us into his study . On the table was the brown-paper parcel , open , with our bottle and glass on it , and Father had a letter in his hand .