ten o'clock
The streets went by like the glistening spokes of a swift wheel . They were packed with interesting sights . No wonder most of the inhabitants were either in the streets or leaning out of the windows looking down . Here it was ten o'clock , and not a sign of anybody 's having thought of going to bed . New York was a sensible place . She liked New York . But the train seemed to quicken its pace out of mere spitefulness just as they reached wonderful market streets with flaring lights over little carts all filled with things to buy .