ten o'clock
Now with his heart still crying out for her , needing her , he could still go on alone ! He drew a long breath , and looked up through the singing tree-tops to the bit of sky above . He stood there for a long time , silent , looking up into the shining sky . At ten o'clock when he entered the circle of young pines , his congregation was ready for him , sitting on the rough seats which the men had fashioned , their eager faces welcoming him , their eyes lighted . The children whom he had taught led in the singing of the simple old hymns , and Roger read a prayer . Then he talked . He withheld nothing of the poetry of his subject ; and they rose to his eloquence .