nine o'clock
There had been no fairies in Lickitysplit . Two or three times I had come upon fairy footprints in the books which Mr. Wright had sent to us , but neither my aunt nor my uncle could explain whence they came or the nature of their errand . Mr. Hacket allowed me to write down the lines in my little diary of events and expenses , from which I have just copied them . We sang and spoke pieces until nine o'clock and then we older members of the party fell to with Mrs. Hacket and washed and dried the dishes and put them away . Next morning my clothes , which had been hung by the kitchen stove , were damp and wrinkled . Mr. Racket came to my room before I had risen . `` Michael Henry would rather see his clothes hanging on a good boy than on a nail in the closet , '' said he .