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one o'clock
Get Father 's old guidebooks and read about it . I have n't words beautiful enough to describe it . At Coblentz we had a lovely time , for some students from Bonn , with whom Fred got acquainted on the boat , gave us a serenade . It was a moonlight night , and about one o'clock Flo and I were waked by the most delicious music under our windows . We flew up , and hid behind the curtains , but sly peeps showed us Fred and the students singing away down below . It was the most romantic thing I ever saw -- the river , the bridge of boats , the great fortress opposite , moonlight everywhere , and music fit to melt a heart of stone . When they were done we threw down some flowers , and saw them scramble for them , kiss their hands to the invisible ladies , and go laughing away , to smoke and drink beer , I suppose .