eleven o'clock
I like it . If you 'll hum it a few times -- '' Ten minutes later he knew the simple little song and was singing it with her . Mrs. Parker , in dressing gown , slippers and boudoir cap , despairing of sleep until all of the members of her family had first preceded her to bed , came out and joined them ; presently they were all singing happily together , while Don Mike played or faked an accompaniment . At eleven o'clock Farrel gave a final vigorous strum to the guitar and stood up to say good-night . `` Shall we sing again to-morrow night , Don Mike ? '' Kay demanded , eagerly . Farrel 's glance rested solemnly upon her father 's face .