nine o'clock
_ Monday the Twenty-third _ My Dinky-Dunk is back -- and oh , the difference to me ! I kept telling myself that I was too busy to miss him . He came Saturday night as I was getting ready for bed . I 'd been watching the trail every now and then , all day long , and by nine o'clock had given him up . When I heard him shouting for Olie , I made a rush for him , with only half my clothes on , and nearly shocked Olie and some unknown man , who 'd driven Dinky-Dunk home , to death . How I hugged my husband ! My husband -- I love to write that word .