nine o'clock P.M.
Pretty soon a clear , feminine voice , startled into musical sharpness , issued from a room quite near , with -- `` Who 's there ? '' and was followed by two small , squealing voices , in unison , -- `` Who 's there ? '' Then other sounds arose -- sounds from some quarter mysterious and remote -- low , mumbling , comfortable refrain , and ominous snatches of an uneasy grumble ; then a roar that shook the Ark to its foundations : -- `` Who the devil 's making such a rumpus out there at this time in the mornin ' ? '' -LRB- It was nine o'clock P.M. -RRB- ` Rasmus sent back an intrepid yell : -- `` It 's the _ tea-cher _ ! It 's pretty late , '' he said , aside , to me . `` I guess I wo n't go in . I reckon they wo n't have much style on .