about eleven o'clock
Mrs. Bines looked guilty and feebly deprecating . It was quite true that in her own way she had achieved a reputation for prodigality not inferior to that acquired by her children in ways of their own . `` You know it 's so , ma , '' the daughter went on , accusingly . `` One night last winter when you were away we dined at the Balldridge 's , in Eighty-sixth Street , and the pavements were so sleety the horses could n't stand , so Colonel Balldridge brought us home in the Elevated , about eleven o'clock . Well , at one of the stations a big policeman got on with a little baby all wrapped up in red flannel . He 'd found it in an area-way , nearly covered with snow -- where some one had left it , and he was taking it down to police-headquarters , he said . Well , ma went crazy right away .