ten o'clock
Then it was hot irons and underclothes till six o'clock , at which time Joe shook his head dubiously . `` Way behind , '' he said . `` Got to work after supper . '' And after supper they worked until ten o'clock , under the blazing electric lights , until the last piece of under-clothing was ironed and folded away in the distributing room . It was a hot California night , and though the windows were thrown wide , the room , with its red-hot ironing-stove , was a furnace . Martin and Joe , down to undershirts , bare armed , sweated and panted for air . `` Like trimming cargo in the tropics , '' Martin said , when they went upstairs .