8 o'clock
`` Goot ! '' roared Hildebrant , rocking the table with giant glee . `` Dot is right ! You gome at mine house at 8 o'clock to der party . '' There are no more Christmas stories to write . Fiction is exhausted ; and newspaper items , the next best , are manufactured by clever young journalists who have married early and have an engagingly pessimistic view of life . Therefore , for seasonable diversion , we are reduced to very questionable sources -- facts and philosophy .