half past
eleven
That was the month of the great eclipse . For a week Miss Ladd 's boarders had talked about it , exchanging among themselves much newspaper astronomical misinformation -- which the learned Miss Moore good-naturedly corrected . It was her suggestion that the household should make a night of it : `` Let 's all go up on the roof and see the show ! '' So the friendly gayety was planned -- a supper in the basement dining room at half past eleven -- ginger ale ! ice cream ! chocolate ! Then an adjournment _ en masse _ to the top of the house .