nine o'clock
Elnora stood looking after him , a curious expression on her face . One second so -- then she picked up the net and followed . At the blue-bordered pool she paused and half turned back , then she closed her lips firmly and went on . It was nine o'clock when Philip said good-bye , and started to town . His gay whistle floated to them from the farthest corner of the Limberlost . Elnora complained of being tired , so she went to her room and to bed . But sleep would not come .