nine o'clock
When all was ready , Rosalie stood at the window and looked out . The fair looked very different from what it had done the night before . Most of the show-people had been up all night , taking their shows to pieces , and packing everything up . Though it was not yet nine o'clock , many of them had already started , and the field was half empty . It was a dreary scene of desolation ; all the little grass it had once possessed , which had given it a right to the name of field , had entirely disappeared , and the bare , uneven ground was thickly strewn with dirty pieces of paper , broken boxes , and old rags , which had been left behind by the show-people ; besides a quantity of orange-peel and cocoa-nut and oyster shells , which had been thrown into the mud the night before . Very dirty and untidy and forlorn it looked , as Rosalie gazed at it from the door of the caravan . Then a waggon jolted past , laden with the largest of the numerous whirligigs , the wooden horses and elephants peeping out from the waterproof covering which had been thrown over them .