ten o'clock at night
When the glasses were full we all took them up . The gentlemen muttered `` Compliments of the season , '' and we answered `` Compliments of the season '' Cecilia and all -- who just had the impudence to stand on tip-toe , and knock her glass against that of the fellow with lilac gloves and curly hair . Then we all drank and sipped , and , as that party went off , another came in -- stream after stream -- till night . It was the same thing over and over again , till ten o'clock at night , when Mr. Dempster came home , looking awfully tired out ; then we just gave up . Sisters , this has been the hardest and most confusing day that I have known in New York . It seems as if my joints never would get limber again . But then I had a real good time , though the cider did begin to get into my head towards night .