ten
o'clock
Without replying Marjorie had dipped her pen again and written : `` Miss Prudence is more and more of a saint every day . '' `` Marjorie , it 's a snow storm . '' `` Yes , '' said Marjorie , not opening her eyes . Miss Prudence looked at the bronze clock on the mantel ; it was ten o'clock . Marjorie should have been asleep an hour ago . Miss Prudence 's fur-trimmed slippers touched the toe of Marjorie 's buttoned boot , they were both resting on the register . `` Marjorie , I do n't know what I am thinking of to let you sit up so late ; I shall have to send you upstairs with Prue after this .