ten o'clock
I do n't wish to boast , but no one would ever have asked such a question concerning seven of Mrs. Lippett 's youngsters . `` Are they bound for a reformatory ? '' would have been the natural question after observing the table manners of her offspring . My little band tumbled in toward ten o'clock , excitedly babbling a mess of statistics about reciprocating compound engines and watertight bulkheads , devil-fish and sky-scrapers and birds of paradise . I thought I should never get them to bed . And , oh , but they had had a glorious day ! I do wish I could manage breaks in the routine oftener .