nine o'clock
before
The canvas at one end of our tent must have been badly fastened , for it was blown in , and in an instant our beds were deluged . I rushed out to fasten up the canvas , and got drenched almost to the skin , and although Euphemia put on her waterproof cloak as soon as she could , she was pretty wet , for the rain seemed to dash right through the tent . This gust of wind did not last long , and the rain soon settled down into a steady drizzle , but we were in a sad plight . It was after nine o'clock before we had put things into tolerable order . `` We ca n't sleep in those beds , '' said Euphemia . `` They 're as wet as sop , and we shall have to go up to the house and get something to spread over them . I do n't want to do it , but we must n't catch our deaths of cold . ''