eight o'clock
Her reply struck me dumb . `` Honey , '' she said , so softly and looking into my eyes , `` do ye realize that I have never stood on a patch of lawn in my life before ? '' Hand in hand we walked toward the gate , taking an occasional , wistful glance back at the glory of the few , and thinking , both of us , of the millions of tired feet that never felt the softness of a smooth green sward . At eight o'clock that night the door was shut _ and barred _ . Jamie tacked several copies of the _ Weekly Budget _ over the window and we were alone . We talked of old times . We brought back the dead and smiled or sighed over them .