ten o'clock
Kittie and Kat were sitting on the bed , trembling and frightened . Olive was so dreadfully pale and still ; and Beatrice was nearly at her wits end . `` Perhaps -- perhaps -- '' ventured Kittie , looking around as though her voice frightened her : `` she may be trying to frighten us ; you know we were a little fussy when she came up stairs this afternoon . '' Nobody seemed to think so , it might be a rather good joke , but Ernestine would n't keep it up until ten o'clock . `` Let 's look in the rooms and then go down stairs , said Olive taking up the light . Perhaps she has gone to Mrs. Dane 's after all , and is staying late to frighten us , as Kittie says . Come on , and when she comes , do n't pretend to be surprised or a bit scared . ''