eight o'clock
Among the trees their paper lanterns glowed like fireflies and occasionally there was a long cry : `` A-hai ! '' But Buddha himself must have placed the seal of sleep on the young girls ' eyes . While two of the Motor Maids slept in the sacred wood on the mountain two others rested in one of the bedrooms of the villa straining their ears for sounds of the returning search party . It was only eight o'clock , but Miss Campbell , worn out with excitement and fatigue , had already dropped off to sleep in the next room . Nancy was quietly and softly weeping , her face buried in her pillow , and Elinor lay staring into the darkness . Mr. Campbell had assured them that the girls could not be lost for long , and that the only mishap that could possibly come to them in that holy place was sleeping under the pine trees ; but he could not conceal the anxiety he really felt , the anxiety of a father for his only daughter , the being he loved best in all the world . Nancy had felt the anxiety , too , and remorse had entered into her soul ; not because she had met Yoritomo in the garden and exchanged notes with him in a romantic manner , the notes having been hidden under a stone near the old shrine , for she was beginning dimly to realize that such things were only silly and common .