eleven o'clock
Madame Proudfit 's voice lowered the high key of the others talking in chorus . `` We drove over to get it , Calliope , '' she said . `` And here we found our Delia More . '' * * * * * At eleven o'clock that night , as I sat writing a letter in which the spirit of what had come to pass must have breathed -- as a spirit will breathe -- Calliope Marsh tapped at my door ; and she had a little basket . `` Here , '' she said , `` I brought you this . It 's some o ' everything we hed . An ' -- I 'm obliged for my s ` prise , '' she added , squeezing my hand in the darkness .