ten o'clock
The rest of the evening became family history . How they took their camping stove and its long tin pipe from the basement , and set it up in the woodshed that , with the little bedroom , completed the cabin , how wood from the cellar presently crackled within , how suitcases were opened by maddening candle-light , and wet boots changed for warm slippers , and wet gowns for thick wrappers . How the kettle sang and the bacon hissed , and the coffee-pot boiled over , and everybody took a turn at cutting bread . Deep in the heart of the rain-swept , storm-shaken woods , they crowded into the tiny annex , warm and dry , so lulled by the warm meal and the warm clothes that it was with great difficulty that Mrs. Carroll roused them all for bed at ten o'clock . `` I 'm going to sleep with you , Sue , '' announced Betsey , shivering , and casting an envious glance at her younger brother who , with Billy , was to camp for that night in the kitchen , `` and if it 's like this to-morrow , I vote that we all go home ! '' But they awakened in all the fragrant beauty and stillness of a great forest , on a heavenly August morning . Sunshine flooded the cabin , when Susan opened her eyes , and the vista of redwood boughs beyond the window was shot with long lines of gold .