ten o'clock to
four in the morning
He sat up the entire night on the lawn beneath her window to watch , believing firmly that what his imagination had made alive would come to pass . She did not know this . On the contrary , he told her that the little man had died suddenly ; only , he sat up to make sure . And , for a boy of eight , those cold and haunted hours must have seemed endless from ten o'clock to four in the morning , when he crept back to his own corner of the night nursery . He possessed , you see , courage as well as faith and imagination . Yet the name of the little man was nothing more formidable than `` Winky ! '' `` You might have known he would n't hurt you , Teresa , '' he said .