eight o'clock
Fee said . Then to Phil , `` I guess it 's too late for another tramp to-night , Philippus ; come on , let 's go upstairs . '' He was trying to speak off-hand , but I could hear in his voice the eagerness he was trying to keep back . Perhaps Phil heard it , too , and suspected something , for he answered very shortly , `` I 'm going out ; I 'm not an infant to be put to bed at eight o'clock . '' And with that he jammed his hat tighter on his head , ran down the stoop , and was soon out of sight . Felix sat down on one of the hall chairs , and leaned his head on his hand in such a sad , tired way that I felt as if I 'd have liked to pitch right into Phil . I darted in from the stoop and put my hand on Fee 's shoulder .