nearly twelve o'clock
; `` I Am A Flirt '' ; `` Do n't Kiss Me '' ; `` Oh , You Smarty , '' said the mottoes insinuatingly , and the revellers read them aloud , exchanged them , secreted them , and even devoured them , in their excessive delight . Presently they all toasted Grandma Kelly in lemonade . The old lady , with Lydia and some of the older women , was enjoying her cake and cream in the parlour , but tears of pride and joy came to her eyes when the young voices all rose with lingering enjoyment on `` Silver Threads Among the Gold , '' and there was a general wiping of eyes at `` She 's a Jolly Good Fellow '' which followed it . Then some of the girls rushed in to kiss her once more , and , as it was now nearly twelve o'clock , Lydia called her sisters , and they said their good-nights . Walking home under a jaded moon , yawning and cold in the revulsion from hours of excitement and the change from the heated rooms to the cold night air , Lydia was complacently superior ; they were certainly warm-hearted , hospitable people , the Hawkeses , and she was glad that they , the Monroes , had paid Grandma the compliment of going . Sally , hanging on Lydia 's arm , was silent . Martie , on her other arm , was smilingly reminiscent .