ten o'clock
I do n't know . Come -- from yonder doorway we can see him as he dances . ' `` And Ellabelle was saying gently to one and all , with her merry peal of laughter , ` Ah , yes -- once a Scotchman , always -- ' `` My land ! It 's ten o'clock . Do n't them little white-faced beauties make the music ! Honestly I 'd like to have a cot out in the corral . We miss a lot of it in here . ''