seven o'clock
Uncle Henry had secured a section in the sleeping car and each had a berth . It was just like being put to sleep on a shelf , Nan declared , when the porter made up the beds at nine o'clock . She climbed into the upper berth a little later , sure that she would not sleep , and intending to look out of the narrow window to watch the snowy landscape fly by all night . And much to her surprise -LRB- only the surprise came in the morning -RRB- she fell fast asleep almost immediately , lulled by the rocking of the huge car on its springs , and did not arouse until seven o'clock and the car stood on the siding in the big Wisconsin city . They hurried to get a northern bound train and were soon off on what Uncle Henry called the `` longest lap '' of their journey . The train swept them up the line of Lake Michigan , sometimes within sight of the shore , often along the edge of estuaries , particularly following the contour of Green By , and then into the Wilderness of upper Wisconsin and the Michigan Peninsula . On the Peninsula Division of the C. & N. W. they did not travel as fast as they had been running , and before Hobart Forks was announced on the last local train they traveled in , Nan Sherwood certainly was tired of riding by rail .