eight o’clock
-- was that not wheels ? She rose , trembling , and listened . No , it had passed on . It was eight o'clock now , time for Louise to go to bed ; and Merle began undressing her . Soon the child was lying in her little white bed , with a doll on either side . `` Give Papa a tiss , '' she babbled , `` and give him my love . And Mama , do you think he 'll let me come into his bed for a bit tomorrow morning ? ''