nine o'clock
All is over between us before anything ever began ! It is finished . This is the end . The fete ended at nine o'clock , and Charmion and I , with the other stall-holders , went into the vicarage to enjoy a supper of scraps . As a rule I adore scrap suppers after everyone has gone , and the servants have gone to bed , and the guests make sorties into the pantry , and bring out plates of patties and fruit , and derelict meringues , and wobbling halves of jellies and creams . They taste so _ good _ , eaten in picnic fashion before the fire , with a shortage of forks and spoons , and a plate as a lucky chance . But somehow last night things did n't go !