8 P.M.
Which reminds me that what I ca n't seem to get used to about the country is the poor way it 's lighted up at night . You know , our place is out a couple of miles from the village and the railroad station ; and , while we got electric bulbs enough in the house , outside there ai n't a lamp-post in sight . Dark ! Say , after 8 P.M. you might as well be livin ' in a sub-cellar with the sidewalk gratin ' closed . Honest , the only glim we can see from our front porch is a flicker from the porte cochère at the Ellinses ' up on the hill , and most of that is cut off by trees and lilac bushes . Vee do n't seem to mind , though . These mild evenin 's recent , she 's dragged me out after dinner for a spell and made me sit with her watchin ' for the moon to come up .