about eleven o'clock at night
I do n't want the circus to be spoiled ! '' `` Oh , I guess the tents are good and strong , '' said Mr. Brown , who had gotten up to see what Sue was crying for . `` They wo n't blow away . '' It was about eleven o'clock at night , and quite dark , except when the lightning came . Then the loud thunder would sound , `` just like circus wagons rumbling over a bridge , '' as Bunny told Sue , to try and make his little sister feel less afraid . But all Sue could talk of was the circus tents , that might be blown over by the strong wind , which was now rattling the shutters and windows of the farmhouse . Or else the white canvas houses might be washed away by the high water .