ten o'clock
And they would spend a real honeymoon in the place in which they had sat together in the dark and laid their whispered plans for the great adventure . How good that would be ! And when she went back to the piano and rattled off a fox trot , Grandmother Ludlow got up and hobbled out of the room , on her tapping stick , to hide her glee . It was ten o'clock when Joan stood once more in the old , familiar bedroom in which she had slept all through her childhood and adolescence . Nothing had been altered since the night from which she dated the beginning of her life . Her books were in the same places . Letters from her school friends were in the same neat pile on her desk .