midnight
These are happy times and they watch and guard me as though I were another Wilhelmina . Was ever Christmas day so wonderful ! Our tree is a real cedar of Lebanon , uprooted by our beloved Indians and decorated with their handiwork . Last eve we romped and sang and played tricks upon each other until midnight , when we saucily hung up the biggest stockings and sneaked off to bed to leave our Santa Claus with his labors . It must have taken him hours for I slept for ages when I finally heard him getting ready for bed . I slipped into my kimono and tried to crawl down stairs and take a peep , but he heard me and would not countenance any cheating so I snuggled up again and went to sleep , but like children , we were all up at daybreak . For days and days Carlton has been going on clandestine shopping tours to the meccas around us and has kept all purchases locked and guarded .