ten o'clock
-- who used to play house together on a sand-heap of old Cape Cod and pin on any old rag that would tail along the ground and play ladies ! ` My dear Mrs. Madison , how do you do ? ' '' '' ` My dear Mrs. Hawthorne , my toes are just as sore as they can be ! ' '' '' ` That comes , my dear Mrs. Madison , of you dancing like a crazy woman from ten o'clock till one , in tight shoes ! ' -- Mrs. Hawthorne ! Mrs. Madison ! Aurora !