I just wanted to know what time breakfast is to be, and if I can borrow one of your brother's razors in the morning." "Breakfast is at seven o'clock," answered Claire.

"That's a barbarously early hour, I suppose for a New Yorker like you.
But down here from six to ten is the glorious part of the day.
Besides, we're farmers you know.

Don't bother to try to wake so early, please.

I'll have your breakfast sent up to you.
Good night." "I'll look in on you before I go to bed," called Milo after him as he started up the stairs for the second time.

"And I'll see that shaving things are left in your bathroom.