About eleven o'clock
`` Thank you , '' said Jack . `` Let 'em rout , '' said Bob . But the poor little Pet Owl was all in a cold shudder again . About eleven o'clock , King Pewee 's party had picked the last bone of Mrs. Kane 's chicken . It was yet an hour and a half before the moon would be up , and there was time for some fun . Two boys from the neighborhood , who had joined the party , agreed to furnish dough-faces for them all . Nothing more ghastly than masks of dough can well be imagined , and when the boys all put them on , and had turned their coats wrong-side out , they were almost afraid of one another .