eleven o'clock
`` Creed left it with me away last April , to get things for the -- for the play-party . '' The Dumb Supper It was the thirty-first of October , All Souls ' eve , that mystic point of contact between the worlds when quick and dead are fabled to walk the ways of earth together , to meet eye to eye , and hold converse . A web of mountain legend clings dimly about this season . The spirit of it -- weird , elfin -- was abroad , the air was full of it as , alone out in the gusty darkness of the autumn night , at eleven o'clock , Judith walked swiftly toward the Lusk place . Wrapped in a little packet she carried bread and salt , and a length of candle . She went across fields , and thus cut down the distance till it was possible to walk it in fifteen minutes . As she approached the house , Speaker , a barely grown hound-pup , came rollicking out to meet her , leaping about her shoulder-high , frisking back toward the porch and waiting for her , all the while barking joyously .