Eight
in the morning
Thurston 's face turned red . But presently he forgot everything in his amazement , for Mona the dignified , Mona of the scornful eyes and the chilly smile , actually giggled -- giggled like any ordinary girl , and shot him a glance that had in it pure mirth and roguish teasing , and a dash of coquetry . He sat down and giggled with her , feeling idiotically happy and for no reason under the sun that he could name . He had promised his conscience that he would go home to the Lazy Eight in the morning , but he did n't ; he somehow contrived , overnight , to invent a brand new excuse for his conscience to swallow or not , as it liked . Hank Graves had the same privilege ; as for the Stevens trio , he blessed their hospitable souls for not wanting any excuse whatever for his staying . They were frankly glad to have him there ; at least Mrs. Stevens and Jack were . As for Mona , he was not so sure , but he hoped she did n't mind .