eleven
o'clock
Course , it wa 'n' t any cabaret high jinks , you understand . Meredith was just limbered up a little . In the parlor afterwards while we was havin ' coffee he strings off quite a fancy line of repartee , fin ` lly allowin ' himself to be pushed up to the piano , where he ripples through a few things from Bach and Beethoven and Percy Moore . It 's near eleven o'clock when the Hibbs sisters get their wraps on and Merry starts to walk home with 'em . `` You might wait for me , Torchy , '' says he , pausin ' at the door . `` Nonsense ! '' says Aunt Emma Jane .