nine o'clock
The forlorn peeping of the outcast chicken seemed to blend with poor Lucy 's sobs . Peggy wondered if it could be that the voice of earth 's suffering was like the hum of the insects on a summer night , so constant that one might not hear it at all , but an overwhelming chorus if one listened . `` Peggy Raymond , do you think you 're coming down with anything ? '' Amy demanded crossly , at half-past nine o'clock that evening . `` Because you 're about as much like yourself as chalk is like cheese . '' Peggy stood up . `` No , I 'm not coming _ down with _ anything , '' she said lightly , `` but I 'm going _ up to _ something , and that 's my bed .