half after eight
You might call it time out , or suspended hostilities durin ' peace negotiations , or anything like that . Anyway , Aunty has softened up to the extent of lettin ' me come around once a week without makin ' me assume a disguise , or crawl in through the coal chute . Course I 'm still under suspicion ; but while the ban ai n't lifted complete she do n't treat me quite so much like a porch climber or a free speech agitator . `` Remember , '' says she , `` Friday evenings only , from half after eight until not later than ten . '' `` Yes 'm , '' says I , `` and it 's mighty -- '' `` Please ! '' she breaks in . `` No grotesquely phrased effusions of gratitude .