ten o'clock
`` Dear old Matt , '' I murmured to myself as I again fell dead between the posts of the ancestral bed . The next morning I awoke to a new world -- or rather I turned straight about and went back into my own proper scheme of existence . At the crack of dawn I wakened and set my muscles for the spring from my pillows , then I stretched my arms , yawned , snuggled my cheek into those same pillows , and deliberately went to sleep , covering up my head with the old embroidered counter-pane to shut out from my ears a clarion crow from beyond my windows . When I next became conscious old Rufus ' woolly head was peering anxiously into my room door , and I judged from the length of the shadows that the sun cast from the windows that it must be after ten o'clock . `` Am you sick ? '' he inquired with belligerent solicitude . `` No , Rufus , and I 'm going back to sleep .