ten o'clock
`` Good night , Hazie , '' he whispered . `` Here 's a kiss to dream on . '' Miss Weir broke away from him laughingly , ran along the path , and up the steps , kissed her finger-tips to the lingering figure by the gate , and went in . `` Bed , '' she soliloquized , `` is the place for me right quickly if I 'm going to be up and dressed and have that lunch ready by ten o'clock . I wish I were n't such a sleepyhead -- or else that I were n't a ` pore wurrkin ' gurl . ' '' At which last conceit she laughed softly . Because , for a `` pore wurrkin ' gurl , '' Miss Weir was fairly well content with her lot .