eleven o'clock in the evening
Fft ! '' and stood stock-still on the chest of drawers , like a dragon on the lid of a Chinese vase . Tyltyl and Mytyl screamed with laughter ; but the quarrel would certainly have had a bad ending if , at that moment , a great thing had not happened . At eleven o'clock in the evening , in the middle of that winter 's night , a great light , the light of the noon-day sun , glowing and dazzling , burst into the cottage . `` Hullo , there 's daylight ! '' said the little boy , who no longer knew what to make of things . `` What will Daddy say ? ''