eleven o'clock
`` Oh , why six ? why not stay and go home by moonlight ? '' urged Julia . `` My dear child , if you were in the habit of reading either the almanac or the heavens , you would know that there will be no moon to-night till after eleven o'clock , '' said her chaperone . `` These roads will be as black as pitch by half-past seven . Now , girls , each of you take your own shawl and one of the baskets , and we will _ descend _ into Paradise . It sounds paradoxical , but you shall see . ''