ten at night
Those were happy days for me in Naguadavick . At that moment my double was at work for me at a meeting of the publishing committee of the Sandemanian Review , so I called Orcutt up to my own snuggery , and we talked over old times ; talked till tea was ready . Polly came up through the orchard and made tea for us herself there . We talked on and on , till nine , ten at night , and then it was that dear Orcutt asked me if I remembered the Brick Moon . Remember it ? of course I did . And without leaving my chair I opened the drawer of my writing-desk , and handed him a portfolio full of working-drawings on which I had engaged myself for my `` third '' -LSB- 1 -RSB- all that winter .