eight o'clock
And ever and again pealed distantly into the chorus the flute obbligato of an emotional coyote down on the flat . There was never a diminuendo . The fortissimo had been steadily maintained for three hours and would endure the night long , perhaps for two other nights . At eight o'clock I sleepily wondered how I should sleep . And thus wondering , I marvelled at the indifference to the racket of my hostess , Mrs. Lysander John Pettengill . Through dinner and now as she read a San Francisco newspaper she had betrayed no consciousness of it . She read her paper and from time to time she chuckled .