about eleven o'clock
There were some sly remarks among a ribald few , but on the whole everything passed off as usual . They were both general favorites , and as a matter of fact few people remarked that Flaxen 's dress was not good enough . She certainly forgot all about it , so complete was her absorption in the gayety of the evening . `` Wal , now for four weeks ' hard times , Flaxen , '' said Anson , as they were jogging homeward about eleven o'clock . `` I can stand _ my _ share of it , pap , '' she stoutly replied . `` I 'm no chicken . '' All through those four or five weeks , at every opportunity , the partners planned the future of their waif .