one o'clock
`` No , not the ghost , '' was his terse reply . That night , however , Celestina was awakened from her dreams by the ring of a hammer . She rose , and lighting her candle , tip-toed into the hall . It was one o'clock , and she could see that Willie 's bedroom door was ajar and the bed untouched . With a little sigh she blew out the flame in her hand and crept back beneath the shelter of her calico comforter . She knew the symptoms only too well . Willie was once again `` kitched by an idee ! ''