eight o'clock
This , too , was made easily . Max 's admiration knew no bounds . It was a dangerous pastime in more ways than one . At eight o'clock they turned toward home , talking about another thousand and one things . `` It has been a delightful ride , '' suggested Max , with an eye to the future . `` I take this road nearly every morning , '' said she , looking out upon the water , which was ruffling itself and quarreling along the sandy shores . Max said nothing , but he at once made up his mind that he would take the same road , provided he could in any reasonable manner get rid of me .