eleven o'clock
Two nice , quiet women on the opposite seat watched the group in shocked disgust ; Martie felt that she would never hold up her head again . Wallace fell when they got off , and his hat rolled in the mud . Martie tried to help him , somehow got him upstairs to his room , somehow got him into bed , where he at once fell asleep , and snored . It was just eleven o'clock . Martie washed her face , and brushed her hair , and sat down , in a warm wrapper , staring gloomily at the unconscious form on the bed . She could hear Mabel and Jesse laughing and quarrelling in the room adjoining . Presently Mabel came in for the baby , who usually slept in Martie 's room during the earlier part of the night , so that his possible crying would not disturb Bernadette .