nine o'clock
Goodnight ! Of course , the whole spring keeps springing wonderful days on a person , each one lovelier than the last ; but the one that came down from over Old Harpeth , as the tallest hump on the ridge is called , was so lovely that it was hard to believe that I was not just seeing it with Roxanne 's eyes . If it was so beautiful , with its orchard smells and blooms and buzzing of bees and soft little winds , to me , I wonder what it did look like to _ her _ . And to think that Roxanne was almost in tears before it was nine o'clock . The interurban that runs by Byrdsville and out over the ridge to the city has cars only every two hours , so if we did n't catch the eight-ten one , we could n't go until the ten-ten , and that would make it very late for the Scouts to go through all the kinds of drills they had planned for . Some of us had to sprain ankles and make believe to step on snakes , and then Mamie Sue had to be lost and traced , only she did n't know it yet ; so Tony said that we would have to start very early . It was about half past seven when he came for me while all the rest of them waited at the corner for us .