nearly eleven o’clock
Lovely , I have no doubt , but we had intended going to bed . However , be it so , let us go with them . We hire five djins and five cars down below , in the principal street , in front of Madame Tres-Propre 's shop , who , for this late expedition , chooses for us her largest round lanterns-big , red balloons , decorated with starfish , seaweed , and green sharks . It is nearly eleven o'clock when we make our start . In the central quarters the virtuous Nipponese are already closing their little booths , putting out their lamps , shutting the wooden framework , drawing their paper panels . Farther on , in the old-fashioned suburban streets , all is shut up long ago , and our carts roll on through the black night . We cry out to our djins : `` Ayakou !