eleven
o'clock
We 've got the sunniest youngster here you ever saw ; his mother and Aunt Ruth and Uncle Silas all died insane , but he is as placid and unexcitable as a cow . Good-by , my dear . I am sorry this is not a more cheerful letter , though at this moment nothing unpleasant seems to be happening . It 's eleven o'clock , and I have just stuck my head into the corridor , and all is quiet except for two banging shutters and leaking eaves . I promised Jane I would go to bed at ten . Good night , and joy be wi ' ye baith ! P.S. .