eight o'clock
` A bird with a long beak that squeals ; Kiah says -- ' Betty rose up majestically . ` Godfrey , if you think it is funny to pretend that you think I said curlew you are very much mistaken . I have a very great many things to do , more things than a little boy like you can count , and I ca n't spend all the morning with you . So I am going to write on this slate : `` The curfew bell was rung at eight o'clock every night as a sign that people were to put their lights out and go to bed , '' and you are to go on copying it and copying it till the slate is quite full . ' Godfrey said not a word , only watched while Betty wrote the words in a bold round hand , and ruled double lines with a decided sweep of her slate pencil , and then walked out of the room with her most ` maiden aunt ' expression . But when she was gone I am sorry to say that he got on a chair , reached down his wooden ship from its high shelf , climbed out of the window into the garden , and went out through a gate in the fence and across the fields . He was not back when Betty and Angel came in together , to find the blank slate and Godfrey 's high chair pushed up to the table , but no one in the room .